My Hair Is Naturally Blonde... Just For

Magnus Had Learned To Be Careful About Giving His Memories With His Heart. When People Died, It Felt Like All The Pieces Of Yourself You Had Given To Them Went As Well. It Took So Long, Building Yourself Back Up Until You Were Whole Again, And You Were Never Entirely The Same.

I'll Need You To Get A Leash For My Monkey, Claude, And Also A Hat." "of Course, Monsieur" "do You Think He Needs A Little Coat As Well?" "perhaps Not In This Weather, Monsieur." "you Are Right," Magnus Said With A Sight. "make It A Simple Dressing Gown, Just Like Mine." "which One, Monsieur?" "the One In Rose And Silver." "excellent Choice, Monsieur.

You Know That Feeling,” She Said, “when You Are Reading A Book, And You Know That It Is Going To Be A Tragedy; You Can Feel The Cold And Darkness Coming, See The Net Drawing Tight Around The Characters Who Live And Breathe On The Pages. But You Are Tied To The Story As If Being Dragged Behind A Carriage And You Cannot Let Go Or Turn The Course Aside.” His Blue Eyes Were Dark With Understanding — Of Course Will Would Understand.

The Chairman Likes You.” “is That Good?” “i Never Date Anyone My Cat Doesn’t Like,” Magnus Said Easily, And Stood Up.

Because That Was What You Did With Family When You'd Been Worried About Them, You Grabbed Them And Held On To Them And Told Them How Much They'd Pissed You Off, And It Was Okay, Because No Matter How Angry You Got, They Still Belonged To You.