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It Will Bring You Light Even Among The Darkest Shadows Of This World And Others

Oooh, That Was Fun." "that Does It," Said Jace. "i'm Going To Get You A Dictionary For Christmas This Year." "why?" Isabelle Said. "so You Can Look Up 'fun.' I'm Not Sure You Know What It Means." Isabelle Pulled The Long Heavy Mass Of Her Wet Hair Forward And Wrung It Out As If It Were Wet Washing. "you're Raining On My Parade." "it's A Pretty Wet Parade Already, If You Hadn't Noticed." Jace Glanced Around.

Tessa Was Laying On Her Side, Her Brown Hair Spread Over The Pillow, Watching Will, Whose Face Was Bent Over The Pages, With A Look Of Tenderness In Her Eyes, A Tenderness Mirrored In The Softness Of Will's Voice As He Read.

Strangely, What Pierced His Heart And Mind Most Sharply Was Not The Memory Of Her Lips Under His At The Ball, But The Way She Had Leaned Into His Neck, As If She Trusted Him Utterly. He Would Have Given Everything He Had In The World And Everything He Would Ever Have, Just To Lie Beside Her In The Narrow Infirmary Bed And Hold Her While She Slept. Pulling Away From Her Had Been Like Pulling His Own Skin Off, But He'd Had To Do It.

He Found Himself Looking Into Many Faces For Potentional Love, And Seeing Many People As Shining Vessels Of Possibility. Perhaps This Time There Would Be That Indefinable Something That Sent Hungry Hearts Roving, Longing And Searching For Something, They Knew Not What, And Yet Could Not Give Up The Quest.