He Had Become A Monster. You Just

And Like Lambs To A Slaughter We Shall Follow.

The Only Time People Turned To Watch Her Go By Was When She Hurtled Past Them As She Fell.

Against His Own Will, Almost, Will Felt Himself Understanding; He Would Have Done Anything, He Thought, Told Any Lie, Taken Any Risk, To Make Tessa Love Him.

To Lose An Arm Or A Leg Would Be Painful, But To Lose The Central Truth Of Your Life Felt—fatal.

It Was Dark In The Alcove, So Dark That Jace Was Only An Outline Of Shadows And Gold. His Body Pinned Clary's To The Wall. His Hands Slid Down Along Her Body And Reached The End Of Her Dress, Drawing It Up Along Her Legs. "what Are You Doing?" She Whispered. "jace?" He Looked At Her. The Peculiar Light In The Club Turned His Eyes An Array Of Fractured Colors. His Smile Was Wicked. "you Can Tell Me To Stop Whenever You Want," He Said. "but You Won't.