Without Conflict There Is No Plot, Without

But Maybe You Never Really Had Someone, She Thought Now. Maybe, No Matter How Much You Loved Them, They Could Slip Through Your Fingers Like Water, And There Was Nothing You Could Do About It.

Pulvis Et Umbra Sumus. It's A Line From Horace. 'we Are Dust And Shadows'. Appropriate, Don't You Think?" Will Said. "it's Not A Long Life, Killing Demons; One Tends To Die Young, And Then They Burn Your Body - Dust To Dust, In The Literal Sense. And Then We Vanish Into The Shadows Of History, Nary A Mark On The Page Of A Mundane Book To Remind The World That Once We Existed At All.

Now Don't Go Wandering Off, William," She Said With A Meaningful Glance. "i Don't Want To Lose You In The Crowd." Will's Jaw Set. "i'm Getting The Oddest Feeling That You're Enjoying This," He Said Under His Breath. "nothing Odd About It." Feeling Unbelievably Bold, Tessa Chucked Him Under The Chin With The Tip Of Her Lace Fan. "simply Behave Yourself.

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Wait A Second," Clary Said. "i Never Understand Why People Say That," Luke Said, To No One In Particular. "i Wasn't Going Anywhere.