And Like Lambs To A Slaughter We

We May Not Be All That Bright, Jace Said, But At Least We Are Alive.

This Time Clary Concentrated, Trying To Focus Her Mind On Simon-the Simon-ness Of Him, The Shape Of The Way He Thought, The Feeling Of Hearing His Voice, The Sence Of Him Close. His Whispers, His Secrets, The Way He Made Her Laugh. 'so', She Thought Conversationally, 'now That I'm In Your Mind, Wnat To See Some Naked Mental Pictures Of Jace?' Simon Jumped. "i Heard That! And, No.

You Disappear So Completely Into Your Head Sometimes," He Said. "i Wish I Could Follow You.

Well, I’m Not Kissing The Mundane," Said Jace. "i’d Rather Stay Down Here And Rot." "forever?" Said Simon. "forever’s An Awfully Long Time." Jace Raised His Eyebrows. "i Knew It," He Said. "you Want To Kiss Me, Don’t You?

You Know What I Am." The Words Breathed Out In An Auguished Whisper. "i'm Part Demon, Clary. Part Demon. You Understood That Much, Didn't You?" His Eyes Bored Into Her Like Drills. "you Saw What Valentine Was Trying To Do. He Used Demon Blood-used It On Me Before I Was Even Born. I'm Part Monster. Part Everthing I've Tried So Hard To Burn Out, To Destroy.