He Loved Her Enough To Know She

There Was A Small Wooden Gazebo Built Out Over The Water; Isabelle Was Sitting In It, Staring Out Across The Lake. She Looked Like A Princess In A Fairy Tale, Waiting At The Top Of Her Tower For Someone To Ride Up And Rescue Her. Not That Traditional Princess Behavior Was Like Isabelle At All. Isabelle With Her Whip And Boots And Knives Would Chop Anyone Who Tried To Pen Her Up In A Tower Into Pieces, Build A Bridge Out Of The Remains, And Walk Carelessly To Freedom, Her Hair Looking Fabulous The Entire Time.

Lips. There Was Something Strangely, Delicately Indelicate About The Word, Like A Kiss Itself.

Oh God.” Said Magnus, “they’re Dead. They’re All Dead!

If You Were Half As Funny As You Think You Are, You'd Be Twice As Funny As You Are Now.

Magnus Had Learned To Be Careful About Giving His Memories With His Heart. When People Died, It Felt Like All The Pieces Of Yourself You Had Given To Them Went As Well. It Took So Long, Building Yourself Back Up Until You Were Whole Again, And You Were Never Entirely The Same.