You Love Each Other –

My Rapier Wit Hides My Inner Pain.

Jessamine Recoiled From The Paper As If It Were A Snake. "a Lady Does Not Read The Newspaper. The Society Pages, Perhaps, Or The Theater News. Not This Filth." "but You Are Not A Lady, Jessamine---," Charlotte Began. "dear Me," Said Will. "such Harsh Truths So Early In The Morning Cannot Be Good For The Digestion.

And What Colour Do You Suppose The Inner Depths Of Your Soul Are, Will Herondale?' 'mauve,' Said Will.

I've Met An Attractive Weasel Or Two In My Time. He Looks More Like A Rat." -pg.170-

If You Lay One Hand On Simon, Vampire, I'll Have You Chopped Up Into Tiny Pieces And Fed To My Cat. Understand?