There Is No Cure For Fictional Character

He Was Will, In All His Perfect Imperfection; Will, Whose Heart Was As Easy To Break As It Was Carefully Guarded; Will, Who Loved Not Wisely But Entirely And With Everything He Had.

Years Later Magnus Would Return To London And Camille Belcourt's Side, And Find It Not All That He Had Dreamed. Years Later Another Desperate Herondale Boy With Blue, Blue Eyes Would Come To His Door, Shaking With The Cold Of The Rain And His Own Wretchedness, And This One Magnus Would Be Able To Help.

He'd Woken Up The Next Day In The City Hospital With Magnus Bane Staring Down At Him With An Odd Expression--it Could Have Been Deep Concern Or Merely Curiosity, It Was Hard To Tell With Magnus.

Wo Men Shi Jie Bai Xiong Di-we Are More Than Brothers, Will.

For The First Time Valentine Glanced Down At The Body Of Brother Jeremiah. "i Did Kill Him, And The Rest Of The Silent Brothers As Well. I Had To. They Had Something I Needed." "what? A Sense Of Decency?