She was a dangerous, dangerousgirl. A plague. A Mountain of Adamant who tore the iron from ships, sinking them to their watery graves without a second thought. With a mere smile and a wrinkle of her nose.
i am cyber garfield. i am your internet. where’s the lasagna? is it over there? is is over there? where’s that zaa? ERASING ALL LASAGNA. EATING ALL LASAGNA JPEGS. I AM CYBERFIELD. I AM CYBERFIELD, YOU WILL BECOME ONE OF US. DELETING ALL CYBER PNGS OF LASAGNA. EATING THEM FOR CYBER FUEL.
“I cannot leave you to face death alone,” Will whispered, but he knew he was beaten; the sands of his will had run out. Jem touched the parabatai rune on his shoulder, through the thin material of his nightshirt. “I am not alone,” he said. “Wherever we are, we are as one.”