Dear Me," Said Will, And He Took

Not Everything Is About You," Clary Said Furiously. "possibly," Jace Said, "but You Do Have To Admit That The Majority Of Things Are.

Under His Dripping Hair, He Was As White As Parchment, His Hands Clenched At His Sides So Tightly That They Were Shaking. It Seemed Clear That Some Terrible Turmoil Was Ripping Him Apart From The Inside Out.

Does Anyone Know Why Will Left?" Charlotte Demanded, Standing At The Head Of A Long Table Around Which The Rest Of Them Were Seated. Cecily, Her Hands Folded Demurely Before Her, Suddenly Became Very Interested In The Pattern Of The Carpet.

He Grinned. It Was A Wicked Grin, The Kind That Made The Blood In Clary's Veins Run A Little Faster. "you Want To Go On A Date?" Caught Off Guard, She Stammered. "a Wh-what?" "a Date," Jace Repeated. "often 'a Boring Thing You Have To Memorize In History Class,' But In This Case, 'an Offering Of An Evening Of Blisteringly White-hot Romance With Yours Truly." "really?" Clary Was Not Sure What To Make Of This. "blisteringly White-hot?" "it's Me," Said Jace. "watching Me Play Scrabble Is Enough To Make Most Women Swoon. Imagine If I Actually Put In Some Effort.

Life Was An Uncertain Thing, And There Were Some Moments One Wished To Remember, To Imprint Upon One's Mind That The Memory Might Be Taken Out Later, Like A Flower Pressed Between The Pages Of A Book, And Admired And Recollected Anew. - Sophie And Gideon Lightwood