Where Is Your Angel Now?

When Jace Opened The Greenhouse Door, The Scent Hit Clary, Soft As The Padded Blow Of A Cat's Paw.

I Screwed Her Over. I Didn't Want To See Her Screwed Over By Someone Else.

Beautiful Girls Should Know How To Defend Themselves Against The Advances Of Gentlemen.

I Had Such Plans For This Evening. The Pursuit Of Blind Drunkenness And Wayward Women Was My Goal. But Alas, It Was Not To Be. No Sooner Had I Consumed My Third Drink In The Devil Than I Was Accosted By A Delightful Small Flower Selling Child Who Asked Me For Twopence For A Daisy. The Price Seemed Steep, So I Refused. When I Told The Girl As Much, She Proceeded To Rob Me.” “a Little Girl Robbed You?” Tessa Said. “actually, She Wasn’t A Little Girl At All, As It Turns Out, But A Midget In A Dress With A Penchant For Violence, Who Goes By The Name Of Six-fingered Nigel.

If No One Cares For You At All, Do You Even Really Exist?