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Must I Go Bound While You Go Free Must I Love A Manwho Doesn't Love Me Must I Be Born With So Little Art As To Love A Man Who'll Break My Heart

Black For Hunting Through The Night For Death And Mourning The Color's White Gold For A Bride In Her Wedding Gown And Red To Call The Enchantment Down White Silk When Our Bodies Burn Blue Banners When The Lost Return Flame For The Birth Of A Nephilim And To Wash Away Our Sins. Gray For The Knowledge Best Untold Bone For Those Who Don't Grow Old Saffron Lights The Victory March Green To Mend Our Broken Hearts Silver For The Demon Towers And Bronze To Summon Wicked Powers -shadowhunter Children's Rhyme

A Patient, Methodical Sort Of Madman. The Worst Kind.

You Might Want To Get Up," He Said. "everyone Will Be Here Quite Soon To Rescue You, And You May Prefer To Have Clothes On When They Arrive." He Shrugged. "i Would, At Any Rate, But Then, I Am Well Known To Be Remarkably Shy.

My Darling, You Are Indisposed! You Must Remain Abed For The Next Eight Months. Little Buford - " "i Am Not Naming Our Child Buford.