Your Plans Are Suicidal. At Best.

Hi, I'm One Of The Knife-carrying Hooligans You Met Last Night In Pandemonium? I'm Afraid I Made A Bad Impression And Was Hoping You'd Give Me A Chance To Make It Up To-" "simon!

Or Maybe It's Just That Beautiful Things Are So Easily Broken By The World.

Bitten? You Mean You're A-" "a Werewolf," Said The Girl. "like Everyone Else Here. Except You, And The Asshole. And The Asshole's Sister.

She Looked Around. They Had Drifted Far Away From The Bank Of The Canal. "are We Stealing This Boat?" "stealing' Is Such An Ugly Word," He Mused. "what Do You Want To Call It?" He Picked Her Up And Swung Her Around Before Putting Her Down. "an Extreme Case Of Window-shopping.

To Lose An Arm Or A Leg Would Be Painful, But To Lose The Central Truth Of Your Life Felt—fatal.