The Thing That You Are Too Young

The Thing About The Mirror Is That No One Knows Where It Is. In Fact, No One Knows What It Is.” "it’s A Mirror,” Simon Said. “you Know – Reflective, Glass. I’m Just Assuming.

I Suppose You've Always Been Amazing At This Stuff?" "i Was Born Amazing" Jace Stroked Her Cheek With The Tips Of His Fingertips, Lightly But Enough To Make Her Shiver.

Mr. Branwell And Mr. Carstairs Seem To Have No Problem Cleaning Their Boots,” Sophie Said, Looking Darkly From Will To Tessa. “perhaps You Could Learn From Their Example.” “perhaps,” Said Will. “but I Doubt It.” Sophie Scowled, And Started Off Along The Corridor Again, Her Shoulders Tightly Set With Indignation. Tessa Looked At Will In Amazement. “what Was That?” Will Shrugged Lazily. “sophie Enjoys Pretending She Doesn’t Like Me.” “doesn’t Like You? She Hates You!

I'm A Werewolf, Not A Golden Retriever.

He Found Himself Wanting To Write Poetry About How Her Blue Eyes Were Like Starlight And Her Hair Like Night, Because "night" And "starlight" Rhymed, But He Had A Feeling The Poem Wouldn't Turn Out That Well.