I swallow and crawl to her, setting a hand on her shoulder.
"I couldn't think of anything else then. My mind was wrapped around the fact that you did what you did. I was too hurt to hear anything other than my own cries," I try to explain.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
When I get downstairs I open the door and Alex is standing there, smiling wide. "Hey, Babe, You ready?" He asks, gesturing out. I swallow and he sees Jace. "Who's that?"
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
“Can a magician kill a man by magic?” Lord Wellington asked Strange.
Strange frowned. He seemed to dislike the question. “I suppose a magician might,” he admitted, “but a gentleman never could.” — Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell