Crying Wouldn't Help Anything Now.

Alec Raised His Blue Eyes."whos Will?" Magnus Exhled A Sort Laugh."will.dear God.that Was A Long Time Ago.will Was A Shadowhunter,like You.and Yes,he Did Look Like You,but Your Nothing Like Him.jace Is Much More The Way Will Was,in Personality At Least-and My Relationship With You Is Nothing Like The One I Had With Will.is That Whats Bothering You?" "i Dont Like Thinking Your Only With Me Because I Look Like So Dead Guy You Liked.

Aren't You, Uh..." Clary Searched For The Right Word. "reproducing?

The Melody Rolled Over Her, As Cool And Sweet As Water, As Hopeful And Lovely As Sunrise.

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-

If People Ever Look Down Upon You For Crying For Fictional Characters, You Should Give Them A Gentle, Pitying Look And Feel Bad For Them. If They've Never Cried For A Fictional Character, Then They've Never Loved One (and What A Joy That Is). If They've Never Cried At A Book, A Movie, A Piece Of Music, Then They've Missed One Of The Great Pleasures Life Has To Offer. Just Because Fiction Does Not Contain Things That Are Real Doesn't Mean It Doesn't Contain Truth, And We Find It Through The Alchemy Of Our Tears.