Will Loved To Gallop.

She Smiled At Him. “how Did You Know Just What I’d Want To See?” “how Could I Not?” He Said. “when I Think Of You, And You Are Not There, I See You In My Mind’s Eye Always With A Book In Your Hand.” He Looked Away From Her As He Said It, But Not Before She Caught The Slight Flush On His Cheekbones. He Was So Pale, He Could Never Hide Even The Least Blush, She Thought — And Was Surprised How Affectionate The Thought Was.

Tessa Had Lain Down Beside Him And Slid Her Arm Beneath His Head, And Put Her Head On His Chest,listening To The Ever-weakening Beat Of His Heart. And In The Shadows They'd Whispered, Reminding Each Other Of The Stories Only They Knew. Of The Girl Who Had Hit Over The Head With A Water Jug The Boy Who Had Come To Rescue Her, And How He Had Fallen In Love With Her In That Instant. Of A Ballroom And A Balcony And The Moon Sailing Like A Ship Untethered Through The Sky. Of The Flutter Of The Wings Of The Clockwork Angel. Of Holy Water And Blood.

Grief Makes You Feel Alone, But You're Not. I Know You Don't Believe In-in Religion-the Same Way I Do, But You Can Believe You're Surrounded By People Who Love You, Can't You?

Every Book Is Different With It's Own Personality Just Like Children.

She Glanced Down And Saw That A Glove Of Blood Covered Her Lower Arm From The Elbow To The Wrist. The Arm Was Throbbing, Stiff, And Painful. "is This When You Start Tearing Strips Off Your T-shirt To Bind Up My Wound?" She Joked. She Hated The Sight Of Blood, Especially Her Own. "if You Wanted Me To Rip My Clothes Off, You Should Have Just Asked." He Dug Into His Pocket And Brought Out His Stele. "it Would Have Been A Lot Less Painful.