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Gabriel’s Green Eyes Sought Will. “it Was Demon Pox, Wasn’t It? You Know All About It, Don’t You? Aren’t You Some Sort Of Expert?” “well, You Needn’t Act As If I Invented It,” Said Will.

Family Isn't Blood. It's The People Who Love You. The People Who Have Your Back.

Jem Seemed To Look Through Her Then, As If He Were Seeing Something Beyond Her, Beyond The Corridor, Beyond The Institute Itself. "whatever You Are Physically," He Said, "male Or Female, Strong Or Weak, Ill Or Healthy--all Those Things Matter Less Than What Your Heart Contains. If You Have The Soul Of A Warrior, You Are A Warrior. All Those Other Things, They Are The Glass That Contains The Lamp, But You Are The Light Inside." He Smiled Them, Seeming To Have Come Back To Himself, Slightly Embarrassed. "that's What I Believe.

You Couldn't Change The Past. You Could Only Go Forward

And Maybe It Would Have Bitten You In Half," Said Will. "what You Are Describing, The Transformation Into A Demon, Is The Last Stage Of The Pox." "will!" Charlotte Threw Up Her Hands. "why Didn't You Say So?" "you Know, The Books On Demon Pox Are In The Library," Will Said With An Injured Tone. "i Wasn't Preventing Anyone From Reading Them." "yes, But If Benedict Was Going To Turn Into An Enormous Serpent, You'd Think You Could At Least Have Mentioned It," Said Charlotte. "as A Matter Of General Interest.