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I Keep Thinking About Blood, I Dream About It. Wake Up Thinking About It. Pretty Soon I'll Be Writing Morbid Emo Poetry About It.

Your Friend's Poetry Is Terrible," He Said. Clary Blinked, Caught Momentarily Off Guard. "what?" "i Said His Poetry Was Terrible. It Sounds Like He Ate A Dictionary And Started Vomiting Up Words At Random.

Maybe He's Lonely. Sebastian Can't Be The Greatest Company." "we Don't Know That. He Could Be Absolutely Fantastic At Scrabble," Said Magnus.

Not Magnus Himself, Who Was More Of A Cross Between A Panther And A Demented Elf.

When I Am In The Darkness, I Want To Think Of It In The Light, With You," He Said, And Straightened, And Turned To Walk Toward The Door. The Parchment Robes Of The Silent Brothers Moved Around Him As He Moved, And Tessa Watched Him, Paralyzed, Every Pulse Of Her Heart Beating Out The Words She Could Not Say: Good-bye. Good-bye. Good-bye.