Our Souls Are Knit. We Are One

Not Really, But After That I Think About How I Could Kill Him While He Slept If I Really Wanted To, And Then I Feel Better.

We Are Chained To This Life By A Chain Of Gold, And We Dare Not Sever It For Fear Of What Lies Beyond The Drop.

Are You The One With The Blue Eyes?" "actually, My Eyes Are Usually Described As Golden...and Luminous.

I Would Think That Counted As Offering Resistance," Will Said. "eating One's Son-in-law, That Is. Though I Suppose Everyone Has Their Family Altercations.

I Was Just Thinking Of Bundling Up Cecily And Feeding Her To The Ducks At Hyde Park," Said Will, Pushing His Wet Hair Back And Favoring Jem With A Rare Smile. "i Could Use Your Assistance." "unfortunately, You May Have To Delay Your Plans For Suicide A Bit Longer. Gabriel Lightwood Is Downstairs, And I Have Two Words For You. Two Of Your Favorite Words, At Least When You Put Them Together." "'utter Simpleton'?" Inquired Will. "'worthless Upstart'?" Jem Grinned. "'demon Pox,'" He Said.