To Lose An Arm Or A Leg

They Were Frightening Enough, But Tessa Could Not Help But Feel That If Will Were There, He Would Have Commented That They Looked Like Turnips, And Perhaps Made Up A Song About It.

Tessa Had Lain Down Beside Him And Slid Her Arm Beneath His Head, And Put Her Head On His Chest,listening To The Ever-weakening Beat Of His Heart. And In The Shadows They'd Whispered, Reminding Each Other Of The Stories Only They Knew. Of The Girl Who Had Hit Over The Head With A Water Jug The Boy Who Had Come To Rescue Her, And How He Had Fallen In Love With Her In That Instant. Of A Ballroom And A Balcony And The Moon Sailing Like A Ship Untethered Through The Sky. Of The Flutter Of The Wings Of The Clockwork Angel. Of Holy Water And Blood.

Do Not Regret Too Much The Choices You Have Made In The Past, Gabriel," She Said, Aware That She Was Using His Christian Name, But Not Able To Help It. "only Make The Right Ones In The Future. We Are Ever Capable Of Change And Ever Capable Of Being Our Better Selves.

I Would Rather Insult You Than Lose You, He Said, And Before Any Of Them Could Make A Move To Stop Him, He Cast Both Items Into The Fire.

Damnit.' Isabelle, Standing In The Mouth Of The Alley, Her Wet Black Hair Like A Cloak Around Her Shoulders, Kicked A Trash Can Out Of Her Way And Glowered. 'oh, For Goodness's Sake,' She Said. 'i Can't Believe You Two. Why? What's Wrong With Bedrooms? And Pivacy?