[...] He Tasted Like Snowflakes And Wine,

She Glanced Down And Saw That A Glove Of Blood Covered Her Lower Arm From The Elbow To The Wrist. The Arm Was Throbbing, Stiff, And Painful. "is This When You Start Tearing Strips Off Your T-shirt To Bind Up My Wound?" She Joked. She Hated The Sight Of Blood, Especially Her Own. "if You Wanted Me To Rip My Clothes Off, You Should Have Just Asked." He Dug Into His Pocket And Brought Out His Stele. "it Would Have Been A Lot Less Painful.

I Thought... That We Could At Least Talk About Books.

Jace Hated It When Other People Were Worried On His Behalf. It Made Him Feel Like Maybe There Really Was Something To Worry About.

I Can Offer You My Life, But It Is A Short Life; I Can Offer You My Heart, Though I Have No Idea How Many More Beats It Shall Sustain

Jace's Clothes Had Been Clean,stylish,ordinary. Sebastian Had Been Wearing A Long Black Wool Trench Coat That Had Looked Expensive. Like An Evil Burbeery Ad, Simon Said When She Was Done.