Have You Tried Talking To Her?" "no.

Wanderlust Is Not Unheard Of In Our Kind; It Comes Upon Us Now And Then. When You Can Live Forever, Staying In One Place Can Come To Seem A Dull Prison After Many, Many Years.

And The Clave Wants To Meet Clarissa. You Know That, Jace." "the Clave Can Screw Itself." "jace," Maryse Said, Sounding Genuinely Parental For A Change. "language." "the Clave Wants A Lot Of Things," Jace Amended. "it Shouldn't Necessarily Get Them All.

She Had Never Imagined She Had The Power To Make Someone Else So Happy. And Not A Magical Power, Either--a Purely Human One.

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. Helplessly He Pulled Her Against Him. For A Moment She Clung To Him Tightly, Warm And Alive In His Arms. Her Hair Brushed His Cheek. The Color Had Come Back Into The World; He Could Breathe Again, And For That Moment He Breathed Her In - She Smelled Of Salt, Blood, Tears, And Tessa.

Books Are For Reading, Not For Turning Oneself Into Livestock.