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I Know," He Said, Looking Down At Himself Self-consciously. "i Am Not-i Mean, I Look-" "beautiful," She Said, And She Meant It. "you Look Beautiful, James Carstairs.

You’re Not The Only One Who Calls Them That; The Other Downworlders Do The Same,” Said Will. “i Discovered That Fact While Investigating The Symbol. I Must Have Carried That Knife Through A Hundred Downworld Haunts, Searching For Someone Who Might Recognize It. I Offered A Reward For Information. Eventually The Name Of The Dark Sisters Came To My Ears.” “downworld?” Tessa Echoed, Puzzled. “is That A Place In London?” “never Mind That,” Said Will. “i’m Boasting Of My Investigative Skills, And I Would Prefer To Do It Without Interruption. Where Was I?

She Closed Her Eyes And Jumped. For A Moment She Felt Herself Hang Suspended, Free Of Everything. Then Gravity Took Over, And She Plunged Toward The Floor. Instinctively She Pulled Her Arms And Legs In, Keeping Her Eyes Squeezed Shut. The Cord Pulled Taut And She Rebounded, Flying Back Up Before Falling Again. As Her Velocity Slowed, She Opened Her Eyes And Found Herself Dangling At The End Of The Cord, About Five Feet Above Jace. He Was Grinning. 'nice', He Said. 'as Graceful As A Falling Snowflake.

One Does Not Greet The Queen Of The Seelie Court With The Barbarous Human 'hello'.

Against His Own Will, Almost, Will Felt Himself Understanding; He Would Have Done Anything, He Thought, Told Any Lie, Taken Any Risk, To Make Tessa Love Him.