In The End That Was The Choice

Mr. Rochester Never Courted Jane Eyre, Tessa Pointed Out. No, He Dressed Up As A Woman And Terrified The Poor Girl Out Of Her Wits. Is That What You Want?

It Was Like I Saw Your Soul In The Notes Of The Music. And It Was Beautiful." She Leaned Forward And Touched His Face Lightly, The Smooth Skin Over His Hard Cheekbone, His Hair Like Feathers Against The Back Of Her Hand. "i Saw Rivers, Boats Like Flowers, All The Colors Of The Night Sky.

Dead Bodies Didn't Resemble Unconscious Ones; It Was As If You Could Sense That Something Had Fled From Them, That Some Essential Spark Was Now Missing.

One Must Always Be Careful Of Books,' Said Tessa, 'and What Is Inside Them, For Words Have The Power To Change Us.' 'i'm Not Sure A Book Has Ever Changed Me,' Said Will. 'well There Is One Volume That Promises To Teach One How To Turn Oneself Into An Entire Flock Of Sheep-' 'only The Very Weak Minded Refuse To Be Influenced By Literature And Poetry,' Said Tessa, Determined Not To Let Him Run Wildly Off With The Conversation.

Wo Ai Ni, Tessa,” He Whispered. “wo Bu Xiang Shi Qu Ni.” She Knew, Without Knowing How She Knew, What The Words Meant. I Love You. And I Don’t Want To Lose You.