You Are Home For Me Now." --jem

He Took Something Out Of His Jacket And Handed It To Her. It Was A Long Thin Dagger In A Leather Sheath. The Hilt Of The Dagger Was Set With A Single Red Stone Carved In The Shape Of A Rose. She Shook Her Head. "i Wouldn't Even Know How To Use That--" He Pressed It Into Her Hand, Curling Her Fingers Around It. "you'd Learn." He Dropped His Voice. "it's In Your Blood." She Drew Her Hand Back Slowly. "all Right." "i Could Give You A Thigh Sheath To Put That In," Isabelle Offered. "i've Got Tons." "certainly Not," Said Simon.

It Was Sometimes Inconvenient To Have The Gold-green, Slit-pupilled Eyes Of A Cat, But This Was Usually Easily Hidden With A Small Glamour, And If Not, Well, There Were Quite A Few Ladies-and Men-who Didn't Find It A Drawback.

It's Been So Long That I Think I Was Unsettled By The Idea Of Feeling Like I Belonged Anywhere. But You Made Me Feel Like I Belong.

Reparations,” Said Jem Very Suddenly, Setting Down The Pen He Was Holding. Will Looked At Him In Puzzlement. “is This A Game? We Just Blurt Out Whatever Word Comes Next To Mind? In That Case Mine Is ‘genuphobia’. It Means An Unreasonable Fear Of Knees.” “what’s The Word For A Perfectly Reasonable Fear Of Annoying Idiots?” Inquired Jessamine.

Dudes," He Said, "do Not Follow Other Dudes To The Bathroom." Isabelle Sighed. "latent Homosexual Panic Will Do You In Every Time