His Hands Slipped From His Throat, And

She Made A Snorting Noise, Astonishingly Human For A Ghost. " I'ardly Like To Tell You This, Nephilim, But If You Want A Girl To 'ate You, There's Easy Enough Ways Of Making It 'appen. You Don't Need My Help With The Poor Thing." And With That, She Vanished, Spinning Away Into The Mists Among The Graves. Will, Looking After Her, Sighed. "not For Her," He Said, Under His Breath, Though There Was No One To Hear Him, "for Me..." And He Leaned His Head Against The Cold Iron Gate.

He Played Of Love And Loss And Years Of Silence, Words Unsaid And Vows Unspoken, And All The Spaces Between His Heart And Theirs; And When He Was Done, And He'd Set The Violin Back In Its Box, Will's Eyes Were Closed, But Tessa's Were Full Of Tears.

I Want What You Want. Whenever You Want It.

I'm A Werewolf, Not A Golden Retriever.

Well, I Hate To Tell You This," She Said, "but Your Friend Is An Asshole." "he's Not My Friend," Said Simon. "and I Couldn't Agree With You More, Actually." -maia & Simon About Jace, Pg.49-