Her Eyes Met His, But

Trying To Read His Face. It Was Like A Book Written In A Foreign Language She'd Studied All Too Briefly.

Ladies Who Were No Better Than They Should Be, Whose Dresses Were Too Tight, Too Bright And Too All The Things Magnus Liked Most, Lounged On Velvet-covered Benches Along The Walls.

We Are Not Our Parents, Gabriel. We Do Not Have To Carry The Burden Of Their Choices Or Their Sins.

Truth Is Brighter Than Light Falsehood Darker Than Night Revenge Is Keener Than Axe And Love Is Softer Than Melting Wax

Drowning Yourself Won't Help, She Told Herself Sternly. Now, Drowning Will, On The Other Hand.