But You Hate Poetry! Yes, But You

Lovely,wonderful Isabelle.could You Please Go Away?now Is A Really Bad Time." Isabelle Looked From Magnus To Her Brother,and Back Again. "then,you Dont Want Me To Tell You That Camille's Just Escaped From The Sanctuary And My Mother Is Demanding That You Come Back To The Institute Right Now To Help Them Find Her?" "no,"magnus Said."i Dont Want You To Tell Me That" "well,to Bad"isabelle Said"because It's True .i Mean,i Guess You Dont Have To Go,but-

And When Jace Was Ten Years Old, Valentine Killed Him. Michael, I Mean." "that Sounds Like Something He Would Do," Said Luke. His Tone Was Neutral, But There Was Something In His Voice That Made Clary Look At Him Sideways. Did He Not Believe Her? "jace Saw Him Die, " She Added, As If To Bolster Her Claim. "that's Awful," Said Luke. "poor Messed-up Kid.

Magnus Had Been Alive Hundreds Of Years Himself, And Yet The Simplest Things Could Turn A Day Into A Jewel, And A Succession Of Days Into A Glittering Chain That Went On And On. Here Was The Simplest Thing: A Pretty Girl Liked Him, And The Day Shone.

And I Would Do It Again. I Love You, Jace Wayland-herondale-lightwood-whatever You Want To Call Yourself. I Don't Care. I Love You And I Will Always Love You, And Pretending It Could Be Any Other Ways Is Just A Waste Of Time.

Forever Does Not Make Loss Forgettable, Only Bearable, Brother Zachariah To Clary Fray