Your Life Is Yours To Live As

It's Will Who Ought To Be Sorry." Jem's Eyes Darkened. "we Shall Throw Him Out Onto The Streets," He Proclaimed. "i Promise You He'll Be Gone By Morning." Tessa Started And Sat Upright. "oh - No, You Can't Mean That -" He Grinned. "of Course I Don't. But You Felt Better For A Moment There, Didn't You?" "it Was Like A Beautiful Dream," Tessa Said Gravely.

He's Probably Never Met A Six-foot Tall Hot Elf-women In A Fur Bikini Either.

The Witchlight Made His Skin Paler, His Eyes More Intently Blue. They Were The Color Of The Water In The North Atlantic, Where The Ice Drifted On Its Blue-black Surface Like The Snow Clinging To The Dark Glass Pane Of A Window.

What They Had Between Them Was Still As Fragile As Flickering Candle Flame, As Delicate As Eggshell - And He Knew That If It Shattered, If He Somehow Let It Break And Be Destroyed, Something Inside Him Would Shatter Too, Something That Could Never Be Fixed.

Where Is Your Angel Now?