But You Hate Poetry! Yes, But You

You're Not Gay, Are You?" Simon's Greenish Color Deepened. "if I Were, I Would Dress Better.

The Front Door Shut, Leaving Alec Sitting In The Half-lit Garden, Alone. He Closed His Eyes For A Moment, The Image Of A Face Hovering Behind His Lids. Not Jace's Face, For A Change. The Eyes Set In The Face Were Green, Slit-pupiled. Cat Eyes.

In Will's Experience, When Someone Who Ought To Be Afraid Wasn't, The Reason Was Rarely Bravery. Usually It Meant That They Knew Something You Didn't.

She Looked Up At Him With A Smile. The Smile Broke What Was Left Of His Resistance--shattered It. He Had Let The Walls Down When He'd Thought She Was Gone, And There Was No Time To Build Them Back Up.

It's All Right To Love Someone Who Doesn't Love You Back, As Long As They're Worth You Loving Them. As Long As They Deserve It.