Mundies Die Awfully Easily, Don't They?" "isabelle,

I Love Round Tables. They Suit Me So Much Better Than A Square.

So When The Moon's Only Partly Full, You Only Feel A Little Wolfy?" "you Could Say That." "well, You Can Go Ahead And Hang Your Head Out The Car Window If You Feel Like It." "i'm A Werewolf, Not A Golden Retriever.

As The Carriage Whipped Forward, They Passed The Alley She Had Spent So Many Days Staring At—it Was There, And Then Gone As They Careened Around A Corner, Nearly Knocking Over A Costermonger Pushing A Donkey Cart Piled High With New Potatoes. Tessa Screamed. Will Reached Past Her And Yanked The Curtain Shut. "it's Better If You Don't Look," He Told Her Pleasantly. "he's Going To Kill Someone. Or Get Us Killed." "no, He Won't. Thomas Is An Excellent Driver." Tessa Glared At Him. "clearly The Word Excellent Means Something Else On This Side Of The Atlantic.

I Think When We Make Choices—for Each Choice Is Individual Of The Choices We Have Made Before—we Must Examine Not Only Our Reasons For Making Them But What Result They Will Have, And Whether Good People Will Be Hurt By Our Decisions.

Oh Dear," Said Jace..."i Hope That Wasn't Anything Important." "it Was A Sleeping Potion," She Said Angrily, Toeing The Vial With The Tip Of A Sneaker. "and Now It's Gone." "if Only Simon Were Here. He Could Bore You To Sleep.