My Will And My Desire

You're My Brother." "those Words Don't Mean Anything Where We're Concerned. We Aren't Human. Their Rules Don't Apply To Us. Stupid Laws About What Dna Can Be Mixed With What. Hypocritical, Really, Considering. We're Already Experiments.

The Measure Of Love Is To Love Without Measure. - Attributed To Saint Augustine

Hiding Here, Are You? That’s Awkward.” “why?” “because I Had Intended To Hide Here Myself.” “you May Hide Here With Me, If You Wish.

Do You Often Sleep Tied To The Bed?

Marry Me," He Said. "marry Me, Tess. Marry Me And Be Tessa Herondale. Or Be Tessa Gray, Or Be Whatever You Wish To Call Yourself, But Marry Me And Stay With Me And Never Leave Me, For I Cannot Bear Another Day Of My Life To Go By That Does Not Have You In It.