Your City Is Under Attack," He Said.

He Bent Down To Her; Their Mouths Met Again, And The Shock Of Sensation Was So Strong, So Overpowering, That She Shut Her Eyes Against It As If She Could Hide In The Darkness. He Murmured And Gathered Her Against Him.

The First One Is Always The Hardest," He Said. "the First?" "the First One You Love Who Dies," He Said. "it Gets Easier, After.

I Do Not Walk Like A Duck.

I Can Offer You My Life, But It Is A Short Life; I Can Offer You My Heart, Though I Have No Idea How Many More Beats It Shall Sustain

I’d Do Almost Anything For You,” Simon Said Quietly. “i’d Die For You. You Know That. But Would I Kill Someone Else, Someone Innocent? What About A Lot Of Innocent Lives? What About The Whole World? Is It Really Love To Tell Someone That If It Came Down To Picking Between Them And Every Other Life On The Planet, You’d Pick Them? Is That—i Don’t Know, Is That A Moral Sort Of Love At All?