I Know," He Said, Looking Down At

The Witchlight Made His Skin Paler, His Eyes More Intently Blue. They Were The Color Of The Water In The North Atlantic, Where The Ice Drifted On Its Blue-black Surface Like The Snow Clinging To The Dark Glass Pane Of A Window.

For As Is Often The Happenstance With That Which Is Precious And Lost, When You Find Him Again, He May Well Not Be Quite As You Left Him.

Henry's Breath Hissed Out Through His Teeth. That Ba-bad Man, He Finished, With A Quick Glance At Cecily, Who Rolled Her Eyes.

One Must Always Be Careful Of Books," Said Tessa, "and What Is Inside Them, For Words Have The Power To Change Us.

Very Funny My Sarcastic Friend