L'amor Che Move Il Sole E L'altre

I'm Not Ritualistic About Writing. I Try To Write As Often As Possible, Which Means That I Have To Be Able To Write In All Kinds Of Situations, Whether It's At Home On My Couch, Out At A Cafe, Or Traveling.

Desire Is Not Always Lessened By Disgust. Nor Can It Be Bestowed, Like A Favor, To Those Most Deserving Of It. And As My Words Bind My Magic, So You Can Know The Truth. If She Doesn’t Desire His Kiss, She Won’t Be Free.

Jem’s Eyes Had Widened, And Then He’d Laughed, A Soft Laugh. “did You Think I Did Not Know You Had A Secret?” He’d Said. “did You Think I Walked Into My Friendship With You With My Eyes Shut? I Did Not Know The Nature Of The Burden You Carried. But I Knew There Was A Burden.” He’d Stood Up. “i Knew You Thought Yourself Poison To All Those Around You,” He’d Added. “i Knew You Thought There To Be Some Corruptive Force About You That Would Break Me. I Meant To Show You That I Would Not Break, That Love Was Not So Fragile. Did I Do That?

James Had Given His Heart To This Girl, Magnus Thought, And Magnus Knew Well Enough From Edmund And Will What It Meant When A Herondale Gave His Heart Away. It Was Not A Gift That Could Be Returned.

Life Is Full Of Risks. Death Is Much Simpler.