Every Life Is Finite, Will.

...we Die, We Turn, We Are Reborn As We Deserve To Be Reborn, Based On Our Doings In This World." Will Looked Down At His Bitten Nails. "i Will Probably Be Reborn As A Slug That Someone Salts.

Magnus Had Been Alive Hundreds Of Years Himself, And Yet The Simplest Things Could Turn A Day Into A Jewel, And A Succession Of Days Into A Glittering Chain That Went On And On. Here Was The Simplest Thing: A Pretty Girl Liked Him, And The Day Shone.

You Sound As If You Don't Mind What Happens To It," Said Tessa. "won't You Miss It Here? This Place Has Been Your Home." His Fingers Stroked Her Wrist Lightly, Making Her Shiver. "you Are Home For Me Now.

How Had It Happened, Simon Thought, That He Was Bound To These People—to People Who Thought Of Him As Nothing More Than A Downworlder, Half Human At Best?

Every Meeting Led To A Parting, And So It Would, As Long As Life Was Mortal. In Every Meeting There Was Some Of The Sorrow Of Parting, But In Everything Parting There Was Some Of The Joy Of Meeting As Well.