Jem Cried Out With All His Remaining

She Had Fallen Asleep With Her Head On His Arm, The Clockwork Angel, Still Around Her Throat, Resting Against His Shoulder Just To The Left Of His Collarbone. As She Moved Away, The Clockwork Angel Slipped Free And She Saw To Her Surprise That Where It Had Lain Against His Skin It Had Left A Mark Behind, No Bigger Than A Shilling, In The Shape Of A Pale White Star.

What Would Demons," She Said, "want With Our Microwave?

Jem Put The Full Force Of Himself Into Each Smile, So That He Seemed To Be Smiling With His Eyes, His Heart, His Whole Being.

He Banged On The Side Of The Carriage. "thomas! We Must Away At Once To The Nearest Brothel. I Seek Scandal And Low Companionship.

I Fear I Must Agree," Magnus Murmured. He Pressed A Hand Over His Heart And His New Peacock-blue Waistcoast. "i Strive To Find Some Respect In My Heart For You, But Alas! It Seems An Impossible Quest.