What Are You Doing Following Me Around

By The Angel, It Just Crushed Sophocles," Noted Will. "has No One Respect For The Classics These Days?

Dear God,” Said Will, Looking From Charlotte To Nate And Back Again. “is There Anything That Makes Women Sillier Than The Sight Of A Wounded Young Man?” Tessa Slitted Her Eyes At Him. “you Might Want To Clean The Rest Of The Blood Of Your Face Before You Continue Arguing In That Vein.” Will Threw His Arms Up In The Air And Stalked Off. Charlotte Looked At Tessa, A Half Smile Curving The Side Of Her Mouth. “i Must Say, I Rather Like The Way You Manage Will.” Tessa Shook Her Head. “no One Manages Will.

She Had Made The Choice For Him - In A Moment Of Flight And Panic, But She Had Made It - Not Realizing That Her Jace Would Rather Die Than Be Like This, And That She'd Been Not So Much Saving His Life As Damning Him To An Existence He Would Despise.

Half Of Your Attention Is Better Than All Of Anyone Else's.

Well, Then, Since You Say There Will Be Another Life For Me, Let Us Both Pray I Do Not Make As Colossal A Mess Of It As I Have This One.