For This I Would Be

Well, You'll Have To Wait Till Tomorrow. I'm Out Of Commission." (he Points To His Shirt) "look. Jammies.

Tess?” A Soft Voice At The Door; She Looked Up And Saw Will There, Silhouetted In The Light From The Corridor.

I Always Thought That Eventually There Would Be A Moment Where I Realized That I Had Practiced Enough And Now I Was Ready To Be A Professional Writer. Then I Befriended A Number Of Successful Professional Writers And Realized That None Of Them Ever Felt Ready. After That I Decided I Might As Well Stop Waiting To Feel Ready And Just Get Started.

I Am Brave," Will Said... "yes, You Are," Magnus Said, And Kissed Him. It Wasn't The Most Dramatic Kiss, But Will Failed His Free Arm As If A Bee Had Landed On Him; Magnus Had To Hope Camille Would Assume This Was Passion. When They Broke Apart, Will Looked Stunned. So Did Camille, For That Matter. ... Will Swung Sideways...he Dashed Across The Room, Retrieved It, And Tucked It Into Magnus's Waistcoat Pocket. Then, With A Wink At Camille That, Magnus Thought, God Alone Knew How She Would Interpret, He Sauntered Out Of The Room.

She Had Never Asked Herself Whether It Cost Him Any Effort. Any Effort To Stand Between Will And The World, Protecting Each One Of Them From The Other.