Concerned About My Safety, Are You? -william

Life Could Not Be Entirely Devoted To Debauchery And Monkeys. Magnus Had To Finance All The Drinking Somehow.

My Name Is Herondale," The Boy Said Cheerfully. "william Herondale, But Everyone Calls Me Will. Is This Really Your Room? Not Very Nice, Is It?" He Wandered Toward The Window, Pausing To Examine The Stacks Of Books On Her Bedside Table, And Then The Bed Itself. He Waved A Hand At The Ropes. "do You Often Sleep Tied To The Bed?

Look, I Asked You Here For A Reason. Much As I Hate To Admit It, Vampire, We Have Something In Common." "totally Awesome Hair?" Simon Suggested.

So It's True. You Can Walk In Sunlight. I Thought Perhaps It Might Have Worn Off." "if I Feel The Urge To Burst Into Flames, I'll Let You Know.

Jem Leaned Closer Against The Chair, Staring Into The Fire. “better It Were My Hands,” He Said. Will Shook His Head. Exhaustion Was Muting The Edges Of Everything In The Room, Blurring The Flocked Wallpaper Into A Single Mass Of Dark Color. “no. Not Your Hands. You Need Your Hands For The Violin. What Do I Need Mine For?