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I Believe That Authors Don't Have A Responsibility To Include "messages" In Their Work, But They Do Have A Responsibility To Write A World That Seems True And Real, Never More Than When Expecting Readers To Believe In Magic And Angels And Fairies.

So John Took Out Of His Pocket A Knife Both Long And Sharp, And Stuck It Through His Brother's Heart, And The Blood Came Pouring Down. Says John To William, "take Off Thy Shirt, And Tear It From Gore To Gore, And Wrap It Round Your Bleeding Heart, And The Blood Will Pour No More.

I'll Just Be Your Brother From Now On." He Said, Looking At Her With A Hopeful Expectation That She Would Be Pleased, Which Made Her Want To Scream That He Was Smashing Her Heart Into Pieces And He Had To Stop. "that's What You Wanted, Isn't It?" It Took Her A Long Time To Answer, And When She Did, Her Own Voice Sounded Like An Echo, Coming From Very Far Away. "yes," She Said, And She Heard The Rush Of Waves In Her Ears And Her Eyes Stung As If From Sand Or Salt Spray. "that's What I Wanted.

He Looked At Her Levelly. There Was Something In His Eyes, A Sort Of Quizzical Admiration; She Wondered If It Was Simply Admiration Of Jessamine’s Looks. “no,” He Said. “no, Even Though You Are The Perfect Picture Of Jessamine, I Can See Tessa Through It Somehow As If, If I Were To Scrape Away A Layer Of Paint, There Would Be My Tessa Underneath.” “i Am Not Your Tessa Either.” The Light Sparkling In His Eyes Dimmed. “fair Enough,” He Said. “i Suppose You Are Not.

I Don't Want To Be A Man," Said Jace. "i Want To Be An Angst-ridden Teenager Who Can't Confront His Own Inner Demons And Takes It Out Verbally On Other People Instead." "well," Said Luke, "you're Doing A Fantastic Job.