It Was Like I Saw

Magnus Gazed Upon Camille. "some Of My Fondest Memories Include Lashings Of Cream And Beautiful Women.

I Dislike Boats," Ragnor Observed, Looking Around. "i Get Vilely Seasick." The Turning Green Joke Was Too Easy. Magnus Was Not Going To Stoop To Make It.

Not Your Parabatai Any Longer.

I Fear I Must Agree," Magnus Murmured. He Pressed A Hand Over His Heart And His New Peacock-blue Waistcoast. "i Strive To Find Some Respect In My Heart For You, But Alas! It Seems An Impossible Quest.

Kissing Simon Was Pleasant. It Was A Gentle Sort Of Pleasant, Like Lying In A Hammock On A Summer Day With A Book And A Glass Of Lemonade