Or Maybe It's Just That Beautiful Things

You Have To Give Everyone Ugly Motives For Everything They Do, Because Ugly Motives Are All You Understand.

As If I Could Stop Loving You. As If I Would Want To Give Up The Thing That Makes Me Stronger Than Anything Else Ever Has. Since The First Time I Saw You, I Have Belonged To You Completely.

I Thought You Were Dead,” She Went On. “i Saw You Fall Down, And—i Thought You Were Dead.

Well,” Tessa Said, Sighting Along The Line Of The Knife, “you Behave As If You Dislike Me. In Fact, You Behave As If You Dislike Us All.” “i Don’t,” Gabriel Said. “i Just Dislike Him.” He Pointed At Will. “dear Me,” Said Will, And He Took Another Bite Of His Apple. “is It Because I’m Better-looking Than You?

When We Return, I Will Put You Forward For Ascension,” Charlotte Finished. “i Will Speak Out For Her Case As Well,” Gideon Said. “after All, I Have My Father’s Place On The Council—his Friends Will Listen To Me; They Still Owe Loyalty To Our Family—and Besides, How Else Can We Be Married?” “what?” Said Gabriel With A Wild Hand Gesture That Accidentally Flipped The Nearest Plate Onto The Floor, Where It Shattered. “married?” Said Henry. “you’re Marrying Your Father’s Friends On The Council? Which Of Them?