Some Laws Were Meant To Be Broken.

When I First Arrived In London, I So Quickly Tired Of Being Surrounded By So Many People That It Was Only With Great Difficulty That I Refrained From Seizing The Next Unfortunate Who Crossed My Path And Committing Violent Acts Upon Their Person.

No, You Don’t Need To Help Me. But If You Don’t, There’s Nothing Stopping Me From Calling You Up Again And Again, Now That I Know You Can’t Kill Me. Think Of It As Me Leaning Against Your Heavenly Doorbell… Forever.

No. It Is Said That The Nephilim Are The Children Of Men And Angels. All That This Angelic Heritage Has Given To Us Is A Longer Distance To Fall.

Simon Turned To Jordan, Who Was Lying Down Across The Futon, His Head Propped Against One Of The Woven Throw Pillows. "how Much Of That Did You Hear?" "enough To Gather That We're Going To A Party Tonight," Said Jordan. "i Heard About The Ironworks Event. I'm Not In The Garroway Pack, So I Wasn't Invited." "i Guess You're Coming As My Date Now." Simon Shoved The Phone Back Into His Pocket. "i'm Secure Enough In My Masculinity To Accept That," Said Jordan. "we'd Better Get You Something Nice To Wear, Though," He Called As Simon Headed Back Into His Room. "i Want You To Look Pretty.

When I Am In The Darkness, I Want To Think Of It In The Light, With You," He Said, And Straightened, And Turned To Walk Toward The Door. The Parchment Robes Of The Silent Brothers Moved Around Him As He Moved, And Tessa Watched Him, Paralyzed, Every Pulse Of Her Heart Beating Out The Words She Could Not Say: Good-bye. Good-bye. Good-bye.