Oh, The Universe Had Outdone Herself. The

Yes," Said Will, "you Two Don't Seem To Have Much In Common, Save For A Penchant For Demon Women And Evil.

Jem Leaned Closer Against The Chair, Staring Into The Fire. “better It Were My Hands,” He Said. Will Shook His Head. Exhaustion Was Muting The Edges Of Everything In The Room, Blurring The Flocked Wallpaper Into A Single Mass Of Dark Color. “no. Not Your Hands. You Need Your Hands For The Violin. What Do I Need Mine For?

Light Like Thin Grey Soup Seeped Through The Windows. The Door Opened And Mrs. Dark Came In, Followed By Her Sister, Who Had No Head, Only The White Bone Of Her Spine Protruding From Her Raggedly Severed Neck.

And I'm Suppose To Sit By While You Date Boys And Fall In Love With Someone Else, Get Married...?" His Voice Tightened. "and Meanwhile, I'll Die A Little Bit More Every Day, Watching.

Downworld?" Tessa Echoed, Puzzled. "is That A Place In London?" "never Mind That," Said Will. "i'm Boasting Of My Investigative Skills, And I Would Prefer To Do It Without Interruption.