I Thought... That We Could At Least

I Hate It When You Answer A Question With A Question." "no You Dont, You Think Its Charming.

Jem Leaned Closer Against The Chair, Staring Into The Fire. “better It Were My Hands,” He Said. Will Shook His Head. Exhaustion Was Muting The Edges Of Everything In The Room, Blurring The Flocked Wallpaper Into A Single Mass Of Dark Color. “no. Not Your Hands. You Need Your Hands For The Violin. What Do I Need Mine For?

She Hated That Little Voice Inside Her Head. Like The Seelie Queen, It Planted Doubts Where There Shouldn't Be Doubts, Asked Questions That Had No Answer.

It Had Been A Whim, And There Was Nothing Magnus Attached More Importance To Than A Whim.

I Wouldn't Cut You Out Of My Life Clary, Any More Than I Would Cut Off My Right Hand And Give It To Someone As A Valentine's Day Gift." Gross," Said Clary. "must You?" Simon Grinned. "i Must.