They All Have Always Loved You, Will

He Gazed Amusedly Down The Table At Tessa. “you’re The Shape-changer, Aren’t You?” He Said. “magnus Bane Told Me About You. No Mark On You At All, They Say.” Tessa Swallowed And Looked Him Straight In The Eye. They Were Discordantly Human Eyes, Ordinary In His Extraordinary Face. “no. No Mark.” He Grinned Around His Fork. “i Do Suppose They’ve Looked Everywhere?” “i’m Sure Will’s Tried,” Said Jessamine In A Bored Tone.

One Does No Question Miracles, Or Complain That They Are No Constructed Perfectly To One's Liking.

Mom. I Have Something To Tell You. I’m Undead. Now, I Know You May Have Some Preconceived Notions About The Undead. I Know You May Not Be Comfortable With The Idea Of Me Being Undead. But I’m Here To Tell You That Undead Are Just Like You And Me … Well, Okay. Possibly More Like Me Than You.

There Are Ways In Which We’re So Alike. We’re Reckless. We Don’t Think Before We Act. We’ll Do Anything For People We Love. And I Never Thought How Scary That Was For The People Who Loved Me Until I Saw

The Less You Had, The More Careful You Had To Be About Everything You Did Have.