Waiting For A Special Occasion To Kill

Watching Jace Hug Isabelle, She Tried To School Her Features Into A Happy And Loving Expression. "are You All Right?" Simon Asked, With Some Concern. "your Eyes Are Crossing.

By The Time Alec Came Back Into The Training Room, Jace Was Lying On The Floor, Envisioning Lines Of Dancing Girls In An Effort To Ignore The Pain In His Wrists. It Wasn’t Working. ~pg. 317~

Charlotte, Who Had Sagged Back In Her Chair, Her Eyes Half-closed, Said, “will, I Have Already Been Up All Night Copying Down The Relevant Parts. Much Of It Was—” “gibberish?” Jem Suggested. “pornographic?” Said Will At The Same Time. “could Be Both,” Said Will. “haven’t You Ever Heard Of Pornographic Gibberish Before?

There Must Always Be A First," Said Jem. "it Is Not Easy To Be First, And It Is Not Always Rewarding, But It Is Important.

One For Sorrow, Two For Mirth, Three For A Wedding, Four For A Birth, Five For Silver, Six For Gold, Seven For A Secret That's Never Been Told. ~ Simon