Love Didn't Make You Weak, It Made

You Can Take Your Law," She Said In A Measured Tone, "and Shove It Right Up Your-

"simon,” Said A Voice At His Shoulder, And He Turned To See Izzy, Her Face A Pale Smudge Between Dark Hair And Dark Cloak, Looking At Him, Her Expression Half-angry, Half-sad. “i Guess This Is The Part Where We Say Good-bye?

You Know Men. We Have Delicate Egos.

Pain Made You Strong. Loss Made You Powerful.

Her Eyes Met His, But She Looked Quickly Away; Entangling Gazes With Will Was Confusing At Best, Dizzying At Worst.