Achilles Was Murdered With A Poisoned Arrow,

"yeah, Well, You Clearly Also Couldn't Be Bothered To Call Me And Tell Me You Were Shacking Up With Some Dyed-blond Wanna-be Goth You Probably Met At Pandemonium. After I Spent The Past Three Days Wondering If You Were Dead." "i Was Not Shacking Up," Clary Said, Glad Of The Darkness As The Blood Rushed To Her Face. "and My Hair Is Naturally Blond," Said Jace. "just For The Record."

I Think I’m Better Than Everyone Else. An Opinion That Has Been Backed Up With Ample Evidence.

It Will Bring You Light Even Among The Darkest Shadows Of This World And Others

And The Answer Is Yes. I Have Loved You. I Always Have, And I Always Will.

Don't Make It Sound Like That. Like Some Ordinary Sort Of Grief. It's Not Like That. They Say Time Heals All Wounds, But That Presumes The Source Of The Grief Is Finite. Over. This Is A Fresh Wound Every Day.