You're Staring At Me," Simon Said. "why

Catching Sight Of Himself In The Long Mirrors That Ran Along The Walls, He Stiffened In Shock...his Eyes Were Surrounded By Black Shadows, His Shirt Smeared With Dried Blood And Filthy Mud... "admiring Yourself?" The Inquisitor's Voice Cut Through His Reverie. "you Won't Look So Pretty When The Clave Gets Through With You." "you Do Seem Obsessed With My Look...could It Be That You're Attracted To Me?" "don't Be Revolting...you Could Be My Son.

Is This The Part Where You Start Tearing Off Strips Of Your Shirt To Bind My Wounds?" "if You Wanted Me To Rip My Clothes Off, You Should Have Just Asked.

Love Takes Your Choices Away.

I Did It Because I Love You!" He Half-shouted, And Then, As If Registering The Shocked Look Her Face, He Said In A More Subdued Voice, "i Love You, Tessa, And I Have Loved You, Almost Since The Moment I Met You.

A Patient, Methodical Sort Of Madman. The Worst Kind.