Jace Wasn’t Exactly Prone To Random Fits

You May Be The Only Guy My Age I've Ever Met Who Knows What Bergamot Is, Much Less That It's In Earl Grey Tea." "yes, Well," Jace Said, With A Supercilious Look, "i'm Not Like Other Guys. Besides," He Added, Flipping A Book Off The Shelf, "at The Institute We Have To Take Classes In Basic Medicinal Uses For Plants. It's Required." "i Figured All Your Classes Were Stuff Like Slaughter 101 And Beheading For Beginners." Jace Flipped A Page. "very Funny, Fray.

We Live And Breathe Words. .... It Was Books That Made Me Feel That Perhaps I Was Not Completely Alone. They Could Be Honest With Me, And I With Them. Reading Your Words, What You Wrote, How You Were Lonely Sometimes And Afraid, But Always Brave; The Way You Saw The World, Its Colors And Textures And Sounds, I Felt-i Felt The Way You Thought, Hoped, Felt, Dreamt. I Felt I Was Dreaming And Thinking And Feeling With You. I Dreamed What You Dreamed, Wanted What You Wanted-and Then I Realized That Truly I Just Wanted You

Will: "nice Place To Live, Isn't It? Let's Hope They Left Something Behind Other Than Filth. Forwarding Addresses, A Few Severed Limbs, A Prostitute Or Two ..." Jem: "indeed. Perhaps, If We're Fortunate, We Can Still Catch Syphilis." "or Demon Pox," Will Suggested Cheerfully, Trying The Door Under The Stairs.

That Does It," Said Jace. "i'm Going To Get You A Dictionary For Christmas This Year." "why?" Isabelle Said. "so You Can Look Up 'fun.' I'm Not Sure You Know What It Means.

Raphael Snapped, "this Isn't Funny." "that's Why No One's Laughing." Jace Stood, Hauling Raphael Upright, Jamming The Tip Of His Knife Between Raphael's Shoulder Blades.