Hail And Farewell, My Brother.

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

Not Your Parabatai Any Longer.

Black For Hunting Through The Night For Death And Sorrow, The Color’s White Gold For A Bride In Her Wedding Gown, And Red To Call Enchantment Down.

Do You Not Tire Of Eternity? Do You Not Wish To End Your Suffering?" "by Leaping Into The Void? Not Really.

Will Nodded Slowly, Then Looked Up At Tha Black Sky. "the Stars", He Said. "i Have Never Seen Them So Bright. The Wind Has Blown Off The Fog, I Think." Magnus Thought Of The Joy On Will's Face As He Had Stood Bleeding In Camille's Living Room, Clutching The Demon Tooth In His Hand. Somehow I Don't Think It's The Stars That Have Changed.