You Know, When Most Girls Say They

You Can Take Your Law," She Said In A Measured Tone, "and Shove It Right Up Your-

Is Your Inner Vampire Different From Your...outer Vampire?" "definitely. He Wants Me To Wear Midriff-baring Shirts And A Fedora." "so Your Inner Vampire Is Magnus?

No Good Sentences Ever Include The Word ‘should.’ I Should Have Paid The Tavern Bill; Now They’re Coming To Break My Legs. I Should Never Have Run Off With My Best Friend’s Wife; Now She Devils Me Constantly. I Should—

When Will Truly Wants Something,” Said Jem, Quietly, “when He Feels Something — He Can Break Your Heart.

Simon Remembered A Rhyme His Mother Used To Recite To Him, About Magpies. You Were Supposed To Count Them And Say: 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. "right," Simon Said. He Had Already Lost Count Of The Numbers Of Birds There Were. Seven, He Guessed. A Secret That's Never Been Told. Whatever That Was.