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May 14 - June 7, 2018
He was Charlotte and Henry Fairchild’s younger son, Matthew Fairchild.
1899
Christopher and Thomas Lightwood
Friends who were easy to get might be easy to lose, and Matthew wanted to keep people.
The only things Matthew could find to like about Alastair were his extraordinarily expressive eyebrows, and eyebrows did not make the man.
There can be no trespass when you are always welcome, said Jem.
Will has always been my favorite too,
Pray disaster never came.
Please, Charlotte. Do not leave me.
The child did not live.
“I do not know what you are talking about.”
Where shall I carry it? “Wherever you please. I thought I would walk with you a little way, my parabatai.” How far? asked Jem. Will smiled. “Need you ask? I will go with you as far as I possibly may.”