When I Think Of You,

I Can't Get Enough Adventure," Magnus Said Lightly. "and Adventure Cannot Get Enough Of Me.

You’re My Sister,” He Said Finally. “my Sister, My Blood, My Family. I Should Want To Protect You”—he Laughed Soundlessly And Without Any Humor—“to Protect You From The Sort Of Boys Who Want To Do With You Exactly What I Want To Do.

Moreover, I Wish To Assure You Both That I Did Not Make Any Amorous Advances On Female Monkeys.

Tell Me, Is He Always Really Rude, Or Does He Save That For Mundanes?

Don't Make It Sound Like That. Like Some Ordinary Sort Of Grief. It's Not Like That. They Say Time Heals All Wounds, But That Presumes The Source Of The Grief Is Finite. Over. This Is A Fresh Wound Every Day.