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Flirting? We Were Merely Indulging In A Little Risqué Conversation," Magnus Said, Offended. "when I Begin To Flirt, I Assure You The Entire Room Will Know. My Flirtations Cause Sensations.

Tessa Was Laying On Her Side, Her Brown Hair Spread Over The Pillow, Watching Will, Whose Face Was Bent Over The Pages, With A Look Of Tenderness In Her Eyes, A Tenderness Mirrored In The Softness Of Will's Voice As He Read.

Will Turned Around Slowly, Wiping Blood From His Face. "you're Glaring At Me," He Said To Magnus. "you Look Like Church Before He Bites Someone.

How Can You Not Understand?" He Pointed At Her Books. "you Read Novels. Obviously, I'm Here To Rescue You. Don't I Look Like Sir Galahad?" He Raised His Arms Dramatically. "my Strength Is As The Strength Of Ten, Because My Heart Is Pure---

If People Ever Look Down Upon You For Crying For Fictional Characters, You Should Give Them A Gentle, Pitying Look And Feel Bad For Them. If They've Never Cried For A Fictional Character, Then They've Never Loved One (and What A Joy That Is). If They've Never Cried At A Book, A Movie, A Piece Of Music, Then They've Missed One Of The Great Pleasures Life Has To Offer. Just Because Fiction Does Not Contain Things That Are Real Doesn't Mean It Doesn't Contain Truth, And We Find It Through The Alchemy Of Our Tears.