I smile and blink a few times, heat rushing to my eyes. No. I will not cry like a baby here. That's Nic's job. Squeezing her hand, I slip the ring around her finger and watch her she does the same to me.
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
I smile back and kiss her quickly once more before leading her to the limo. Nic opens the door for us, smiling in a way I didn't think was possible for him a few hours ago.
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
“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