He'll Come Back," Simon Said Again. "for

He Was Will, In All His Perfect Imperfection; Will, Whose Heart Was As Easy To Break As It Was Carefully Guarded; Will, Who Loved Not Wisely But Entirely And With Everything He Had.

I Didn't Know," He Said. "i Didn't Know You Needed Me." Her Voice Shook. "i Always Need You

I Thought Of Love As A Game. It Is Not A Game. It Is More Serious Than Death.

What Would You Prefer? 'what Did The Count Eat Today, Children? One Helpless Villager, Two Helpless Villagers, Three Helpless Villagers….

Well, Thanks. It Was Nice Of You To Give Me Anything." The Tension Between Them Seemed To Press Down On Her Like Humid Air. "better Than A Bath In Spaghetti Any Day." He Said Darkly, "if You Share That Little Bit Of Personal Information With Anyone, I May Have To Kill You." "well, When I Was Five, I Wanted My Mother To Let Me Go Around And Around Inside The Dryer With The Clothes," Clary Said. "the Difference Is, She Didn't Let Me." "probably Because Going Around And Around Inside A Dryer Can Be Fatal," Jace Pointed Out, "whereas Pasta Is Rarely Fatal. Unless Isabelle Makes It.