I Hope You Told Him You Were

Alec Would Have Said He Could Have Benefited From A Bit More In The Way Of Constructive Cowardice.

My Name Is Herondale," The Boy Said Cheerfully. "william Herondale, But Everyone Calls Me Will. Is This Really Your Room? Not Very Nice, Is It?" He Wandered Toward The Window, Pausing To Examine The Stacks Of Books On Her Bedside Table, And Then The Bed Itself. He Waved A Hand At The Ropes. "do You Often Sleep Tied To The Bed?

Don't Sulk. For Someone With All The Grace And Coordination Of A Pregnant Wildebeest, You Did Great.

You Have A Power Of Incalculable Value. You Need Ask Nothing Of Anyone. You Need Depend On No One. You Are Free, And That Freedom Is A Gift.

He Leaned Against The Door Frame, Ignoring The Kick Of Adrenaline The Sight Of Her Produced. He Wondered Why, Not For The First Time. Isabelle Used Her Beauty Like She Used Her Whip, But Clary Didn't Know She Was Beautiful At All. Maybe That Was Why.