Your Life Is Yours To Live As

Medium Clever,” Simon Acknowledged. “like A Cross Between George Clooney In Ocean’s Eleven And Those Mythbusters Guys, But, You Know, Better-looking.” “i’m Always So Glad I Have No Idea What You’re Vacantly Chattering About,” Said Jace. “it Fills Me With A Sense Of Peace And Well-being.

Jace Flushed A Slow, Dark Red. "it's Not Like That. If I Thought It Would Help The Clave-but It Won't. She'll Just Get Hurt-" "even If You Thought It Would Help The Clave", Simon Said, "you'd Never Let Them Have Her." "what Makes You Say That, Vampire?" "because No One Can Have Her But You"said Simon

Tessa Knows Will,” Protested Charlotte. “she Trusts Will.” “iwouldn’t Go That Far,” Muttered Tessa.

Her Hair Was A Damp Mass Of Curls At The Back Of Her Neck, And Will Looked Away From Her Before He Could Remember What It Felt Like To Put His Hands Through That Hair And Feel The Strands Wind About His Fingers. It Was Easier At The Institute, With Jem And The Others To Distract Him, To Remember That Tessa Was Not His To Recall That Way. Here, Feeling As If He Were Facing The World With Her By His Side--feeling That She Was Here For Him Instead Of, Quite Sensibly, For The Health Of Her Own Fiance--it Was Nearly Impossible.

I Can Tell You That The End Of Life Is The Some Of The Love That Was Lived In It.