If I Might Make A Suggestion,” Said

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.

Carstairs Is Alright, I Suppose. If You Like That Sort.” “oh?” “the Taken. The Uninterested.” “as Opposed To… You, Gabriel?” “well, Yes.

As Dull As Nate Gray Is," Will Said, "his Head Is Not Actually Filled With Gears, Henry. He's A Human.

"jace?" She Offered Him The Glass. "i Am A Man," He Told Her. "and Men Do Not Consume Pink Beverages. Get Thee Gone, Woman And Bring Me Something Brown." "brown?" Isabelle Made A Face. "brown Is A Manly Colour," Said Jace And Yanked On A Stray Lock Of Isabelle's Hair With His Free Hand. "in Fact, Look - Alec Is Wearing It." Alec Looked Mournfully Down At His Sweater. "it Was Black," He Said. "but Then It Faded." "you Could Dress It Up With A Sequined Headband," Magnus Suggested.

Charlotte, Who Had Sagged Back In Her Chair, Her Eyes Half-closed, Said, “will, I Have Already Been Up All Night Copying Down The Relevant Parts. Much Of It Was—” “gibberish?” Jem Suggested. “pornographic?” Said Will At The Same Time. “could Be Both,” Said Will. “haven’t You Ever Heard Of Pornographic Gibberish Before?