I Prefer The School Of Life.

Strangely, What Pierced His Heart And Mind Most Sharply Was Not The Memory Of Her Lips Under His At The Ball, But The Way She Had Leaned Into His Neck, As If She Trusted Him Utterly. He Would Have Given Everything He Had In The World And Everything He Would Ever Have, Just To Lie Beside Her In The Narrow Infirmary Bed And Hold Her While She Slept. Pulling Away From Her Had Been Like Pulling His Own Skin Off, But He'd Had To Do It.

Yes, He Would Have Done That For Tessa - Died To Keep The Ones She Needed Beside Her - And So Would Jem Have Done That For Him Or For Tessa, And So Would Tessa, He Thought, Do That For Both Of Them. It Was A Near Incomprehensible Tangle, The Three Of Them, But There Was One Certainty, And That Was That There Was No Lack Of Love Between Them.

And Then She Said Nothing Else, For Henry Put His Arms Around Her And Kissed Her. Kissed Her In Such A Way That She No Longer Felt Plain, Or Conscious Of Her Hair Or The Ink Spot On Her Dress Or Anything But Henry, Whom She Had Always Loved. Tears Welled Up And Spilled Down Her Cheeks, And When He Drew Away, He Touched Her Wet Face Wonderingly. "really," He Said. "you Love Me, Too, Lottie?

I Don't Think She Doesn't Believe She Can Die. I Think, Just Like You Always Did, She Believes There Are Things Worth Dying For.

We're Called Shadowhunters. At Least, That's What We Call Ourselves. The Downworlders Have Less Complimentary Names For Us.