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He’s Very Pretty. For A Human.” “he’s Very Broken,” Said Magnus. “like A Lovely Vase That Someone Has Smashed. Only Luck And Skill Can Put It Back Together The Way It Was Before.

I'm Always So Glad I Have No Idea What You're Vacantly Chatting About," Said Jace. It Fills Me With A Sense Of Peace And Well-being.

Not Everyone Wants You All The Time, Jace," He Said. "don't Be Ridiculous.

For A Moment Clary Thought She Might Fall; She Felt As If Something Essential Had Been Torn Away From Her, An Arm Or A Leg, And She Stared At Jace In Blank Astonishment-- What Did He Feel, Did He Feel Nothing? She Didn't Think She Could Bear It If He Felt Nothing.

The Cycle Hit The Beach And Spun Out. Emma Went Into A Rolling Crouch As She Flew Free Of It, Keeping Her Elbows In, Pushing The Air Hard Out Of Her Lungs. She Turned Her Head As She Hit The Sand, Slapping Her Palms Down To Roll Herself Forward, Absorbing The Impact Of The Fall Through Her Arms And Shoulders, Her Knees Folding Up Into Her Chest. The Stars Wheeled Crazily Overhead As She Spun, Sucking In Her Breath As Her Body Slowed Its Rolling. She Came To A Stop On Her Back, Her Hair And Clothes Full Of Sand And Her Ears Full Of The Sound Of The Wildly Crashing Ocean.