Do Not Seek Revenge And Call It

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.

Weapons, When They Break And Are Mended, Can Be Stronger At The Mended Places. Perhaps Hearts Are The Same.

The [coat] Rack Above His Head Like A Javelin. On The Other Side Of The Door Was Jace. He Blinked. "is That A Coatrack?" Jordan Slammed The Coatrack Down On The Ground And Sighed. "if You'd Been A Vampire, This Would Have Been A Lot More Useful." "yes," Said Jace. "or, You Know, Just Someone With A Lot Of Coats.

He Was Still Stroking The Inside Of Her Wrist, His Touch Doing Odd Delicious Things To Her Skin And Nerves.

The Surface Of The Pond Was Green With Fallen Leaves. "how Could You Have Been Happy There? I Know What You Thought, But Valentine Was A Terrible Father. He Killed Your Pets, Lied To You, And I Know He Hit You- Don't Even Try To Pretend He Didn't." A Flicker Of A Smile Ghosted Across Jace's Face. "only On Alternate Thursdays.