I Can Offer You My Life, But

Do You Have A Lot Of Other Profound Thoughts Like That? Blood Is Blood? A Toaster Is A Toaster? A Gelatinous Cube Is A Gelatinous Cube?

When To People Tell The Same Lie..." "they Are Working Together," Will Finished

The Front Door Shut, Leaving Alec Sitting In The Half-lit Garden, Alone. He Closed His Eyes For A Moment, The Image Of A Face Hovering Behind His Lids. Not Jace's Face, For A Change. The Eyes Set In The Face Were Green, Slit-pupiled. Cat Eyes.

I Thought... That We Could At Least Talk About Books.

Are You Implying That Shreds Of My Reputation Remain Intact?" Will Demanded With Mock Horror. "clearly I Have Been Doing Something Wrong. Or Not Something Wrong, As The Case May Be." He Banged On The Side Of The Carriage. "thomas! We Must Away At Once To The Nearest Brothel. I Seek Scandal And Low Companionship.