I Don't Care What You

Simon Turned To Jordan, Who Was Lying Down Across The Futon, His Head Propped Against One Of The Woven Throw Pillows. "how Much Of That Did You Hear?" "enough To Gather That We're Going To A Party Tonight," Said Jordan. "i Heard About The Ironworks Event. I'm Not In The Garroway Pack, So I Wasn't Invited." "i Guess You're Coming As My Date Now." Simon Shoved The Phone Back Into His Pocket. "i'm Secure Enough In My Masculinity To Accept That," Said Jordan. "we'd Better Get You Something Nice To Wear, Though," He Called As Simon Headed Back Into His Room. "i Want You To Look Pretty.

I Can't Believe He Didn't Have The Dignity And Presence Of Mind Just To Get Drunk And Pass Out In Some Gutter," Said Jace. "i Must Say, I'm Disappointed In The Little Fellow.

By The Angel, It Just Crushed Sophocles," Noted Will. "has No One Respect For The Classics These Days?

Will Tossed His Apple Core Into The Air, At The Same Time Drawing A Knife From His Belt And Throwing It. The Knife And The Apple Scaled Across The Room Together, Somehow Managing To Stick Into The Wall Just Beside Gabriel's Head, The Knife Driven Cleanly Through The Core And Into The Wood. "say That Again," Said Will. "and I'll Darken Your Daylights For You.

I Have A Plan.” He Groaned. “i Was Afraid Of That.” “my Plans Are Not Terrible.” “isabelle’s Plans Are Terrible.” He Pointed A Finger At Her. “your Plans Are Suicidal. At Best.” She Sat Back, Her Arms Crossed Over Her Chest. “do You Want To Hear It Or Not? You Have To Keep It A Secret.” “i Would Pluck Out My Own Eyes With A Fork Before I Would Give Away Your Secrets,” Simon Said, Then Looked Anxious. “wait A Second. Do You Think That’s Likely To Be Required?