But God Knows, I Don't

You Cannot Save Every Fallen Bird," Said Woolsey. "one Will Do," Said Magnus.

We Don't Require Luck," Said Will, "we Have A Heavenly Mandate, After All. With God On Your Side, What Does Luck Matter?

Atque In Pepetuum, Frater, Ave Atque Vale,” He Whispered. The Words Of The Poem Had Never Seemed So Fitting: Forever And Ever, My Brother, Hail And Farewell.

Stop. I Don't Do You Favors, Alec. I Do Things For You Because - Well, Why Do You Think I Do Them?" Something Rose Up In Alec's Throat, Cutting Off His Response. It Was Always Like This When He Was With Magnus. It Was As If There Were A Bubble Of Pain Or Regret That Lived Inside His Heart, And When He Wanted To Say Something, Anything, That Seemed Meaningful Or True, It Rose Up And Choked Off His Words. "i Need To Get Back To The Ship," He Said, Finally.

Tea. I Find That Both Settles The Stomach And Concentrates The Mind. Wonderful Drink, Tea.