Hurry Up, Mundie Boy, We've Got Work

If You Really Love Something, You Never Try To Keep It The Way It Is Forever. You Have To Let It Be Free To Change.

As The Carriage Whipped Forward, They Passed The Alley She Had Spent So Many Days Staring At—it Was There, And Then Gone As They Careened Around A Corner, Nearly Knocking Over A Costermonger Pushing A Donkey Cart Piled High With New Potatoes. Tessa Screamed. Will Reached Past Her And Yanked The Curtain Shut. "it's Better If You Don't Look," He Told Her Pleasantly. "he's Going To Kill Someone. Or Get Us Killed." "no, He Won't. Thomas Is An Excellent Driver." Tessa Glared At Him. "clearly The Word Excellent Means Something Else On This Side Of The Atlantic.

You Don't Need To Worry, Though. He's Not My Type." "i Don't Think I've Ever Heard A Girl Say That Before," Said Simon. "i Thought Jace Was The Kind Of Guy Who Was Everyone's Type.

Because That Was What You Did With Family When You'd Been Worried About Them, You Grabbed Them And Held On To Them And Told Them How Much They'd Pissed You Off, And It Was Okay, Because No Matter How Angry You Got, They Still Belonged To You.

Will Closed His Eyes. He Could Not Hear Jem Go, Not Anymore; He Did Not Want To Know The Moment When He Left And Will Was Alone, Did Now Want To Know When His First Day As A Shawdowhunter Without A Parabatai Truly Began. And If The Place Over His Heart, Where His Parabatai Rune Had Been, Flared Up With A Sudden Burning Pain As The Door Closed Behind Jem, Will Told Himself It Was Only A Stray Ember From The Fire.