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There Are Some Mechanisms That Are So—so Broken That They Cannot Be Repaired.

Tessa Was Laying On Her Side, Her Brown Hair Spread Over The Pillow, Watching Will, Whose Face Was Bent Over The Pages, With A Look Of Tenderness In Her Eyes, A Tenderness Mirrored In The Softness Of Will's Voice As He Read.

I Was Even A Little Glad That If It Wasn’t Going To Be Me She Wanted, It Was Going To Be Someone Who Really Deserved Her.

One Of The Things He'd Always Loved About Clary Was How Easily Caught Up In Her Imagination She Was, How Easily She Could Wall Herself Away In Illusory Worlds Of Curses And Princes And Destiny And Magic.

Well, She's Not Responding To My Advances," He Observed More Brightly Than He Felt, "so She Must Be Dead." "or She's A Woman Of Good Taste And Sense.