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I've Never Minded It," He Went On. "being Lost, That Is. I Had Always Thought One Could Not Truly Be Lost If One Knew One's Own Heart. But I Fear I May Be Lost Without Knowing Yours.

Dear Isabelle, Alec Is About To Have A Nervous Breakdown. If You Do Not Immediately Desist Planing My Wedding To Your Brother, I Will Come Back To Manhattan And Blow Up The Institute. I Will Turn Church Into A Man-eating Beast Who Will Rampage Through The Streets Of Manhattan, Stepping On Mundanes. And I Will Make You Fat. Love, Magnus

Her Name Rang In Will's Mind Like The Chime Of A Bell; He Wondered If Any Other Name On Earth Had Such An Inescapable Resonance To It. She Couldn't Have Been Named Something Awful, Could She, Like Mildred. He Couldn't Imagine Lying Awake At Night, Staring Up At The Ceiling While Invisible Voices Whispered 'mildred' In His Ears. But Tessa--

His Hands Slipped From His Throat, And He Crashed To The Ground Like A Tree Falling. "oh, Dear," Said Pangborn, Gazing At The Fallen Body Of His Comrade With Fastidious Distaste. "how Unpleasant.

Tessa Was Only Half Way Down The Corridor When They Caught Up To Her -will And Jem, Walking On Either Side Of Her. "you Didn't Really Think We Weren't Going To Come Along, Did You?" Will Asked, Raising His Hand And Letting His Witchlight Fare Up Between His Fingers, Lighting The Corridor To Daylight Brightness. Charlotte, Hurrying Along Ahead Of Them, Turned And Frowned, But Said Nothing. "i Know You Can't Leave Anything Well Alone," Tessa Replied, Looking Straight Ahead. "but I Though Better Of Jem." "where Will Goes, I Go," Jem Said Good-naturedly. "and Besides, I'm As Curious As He Is.