You Promise Me, He Said. That You

Strangely, What Pierced His Heart And Mind Most Sharply Was Not The Memory Of Her Lips Under His At The Ball, But The Way She Had Leaned Into His Neck, As If She Trusted Him Utterly. He Would Have Given Everything He Had In The World And Everything He Would Ever Have, Just To Lie Beside Her In The Narrow Infirmary Bed And Hold Her While She Slept. Pulling Away From Her Had Been Like Pulling His Own Skin Off, But He'd Had To Do It.

Wherever We Are, We Are As One

Is That What You Are Doing? Enduring? Surely An Engaged Woman Should Be Happier.” His Light Eyes Raked Her. “a Heart Divided Against Itself Cannot Stand, As They Say. You Love Them Both, And It Tears You Apart.

Simon Looked From One Of Them To The Other, And Shook His Head. “ When Did You Two Get So Buddy-buddy? Last Night It Was All, ‘i’m The Most Elite Warrior!’ ‘ No, I’m The Most Elite Warrior!’ And Today You’re Playing Halo And Giving Each Other Props For Good Ideas.

He Found Himself Wanting To Write Poetry About How Her Blue Eyes Were Like Starlight And Her Hair Like Night, Because "night" And "starlight" Rhymed, But He Had A Feeling The Poem Wouldn't Turn Out That Well.