I Think Of Myself As A Freewheeling

Romanian? That's Impressive," Said Jace. "not Many People Speak It." "do You?" Sebastian Asked With Interest. "not Really," Jace Said With A Smile So Disarming Simon Knew He Was Lying. "my Romanian Is Pretty Much Limited To Useful Phrases Like, 'are These Snakes Poisonous?' And 'but You Look Much Too Young To Be A Police Officer.

The [coat] Rack Above His Head Like A Javelin. On The Other Side Of The Door Was Jace. He Blinked. "is That A Coatrack?" Jordan Slammed The Coatrack Down On The Ground And Sighed. "if You'd Been A Vampire, This Would Have Been A Lot More Useful." "yes," Said Jace. "or, You Know, Just Someone With A Lot Of Coats.

Jace, On The Other Hand, Looked Like The Sort Of Boy Who'd Come Over To Your House And Burn It Down For Kicks.

It Is What Is Left To Him," Said Will. "do You Not Recall What He Says To Lucie? 'if It Had Been Possible... That You Could Have Returned The Love Of The Man You See Before Yourself- Flung Away, Wasted, Drunken, Poor Creature Of Misure As You Know Him To Be- He Would Have Been Conscious This Day And Hour, In Spite Of His Happiness, That He Would Bring You Misery, Bring You To Sorrow And Repetance, Blight You, Disgrace You, Pull You Down With Him

And Broken Both Your Hearts? How Would That Have Benefited Me? You Are As Dear To Me As Another Half Of My Soul, Jem. I Could Not Be Happy While You Were Unhappy. And Tessa—she Loves You. What Sort Of Awful Monster Would I Be, Delighting In Causing The Two People I Love The Most In The World Agony Simply That I Might Have The Satisfaction Of Knowing That If Tessa Could Not Be Mine, She Could Not Be Anybody’s?