To My Son, If You Are Reading

She Looked Around. They Had Drifted Far Away From The Bank Of The Canal. "are We Stealing This Boat?" "stealing' Is Such An Ugly Word," He Mused. "what Do You Want To Call It?" He Picked Her Up And Swung Her Around Before Putting Her Down. "an Extreme Case Of Window-shopping.

There Are Some People—people The Universe Seems To Have Singled Out For Special Destinies. Special Favors And Special Torments. God Knows We're All Drawn Toward What's Beautiful And Broken; I Have Been, But Some People Cannot Be Fixed. Or If They Can Be; Its Only By Love And Sacrifice So Great That It Destroys The Giver.

You May Be The Only Guy My Age I've Ever Met Who Knows What Bergamot Is, Much Less That It's In Earl Grey Tea." "yes, Well," Jace Said, With A Supercilious Look, "i'm Not Like Other Guys. Besides," He Added, Flipping A Book Off The Shelf, "at The Institute We Have To Take Classes In Basic Medicinal Uses For Plants. It's Required." "i Figured All Your Classes Were Stuff Like Slaughter 101 And Beheading For Beginners." Jace Flipped A Page. "very Funny, Fray.

Black Hair And Blue Eyes Are My Favorite Combination.

Tell Me You Love Me. Tell Me You Love Me And Will Fight With Me.