One Can Give Up Many Things For

Atque In Pepetuum, Frater, Ave Atque Vale,” He Whispered. The Words Of The Poem Had Never Seemed So Fitting: Forever And Ever, My Brother, Hail And Farewell.

I Don’t Think Will Herondale And A Sense Of Responsibility Are Even On Speaking Terms

Perhaps, But You Would Not Exist Without A Woman, Would You? However Little Use You May Find Us, We Are Cleverer And More Determined And More Patient Than Men. Men May Be Stronger, But It Is Women Who Endure.

Tessa Had Begun To Tremble. This Is What She Had Always Wanted Someone To Say. What She Had Always, In The Darkest Corner Of Her Heart, Wanted Will To Say. Will, The Boy Who Loved The Same Books She Did, The Same Poetry She Did, Who Made Her Laugh Even When She Was Furious. And Here He Was Standing In Front Of Her, Telling Her He Loved The Words Of Her Heart, The Shape Of Her Soul. Telling Her Something She Had Never Imagined Anyone Would Ever Tell Her. Telling Her Something She Would Never Be Told Again, Not In This Way. And Not By Him. And It Did Not Matter. "it's Too Late", She Said.

I Will Find You," Ragnor Told Him. "i Will Find Whatever Chest Of Absurd Clothes You Have. And I Will Bring A Llama Into The Place Where You Sleep And Make Sure That It Urinates On Everything You Possess.