In The End That Was The Choice

Tatiana's Eyes Were Huge And Poison-green, Eyes With Enough Pain In Them To Eat Away At A World And Devour A Soul.

What Are You Doing Following Me Around The Back Streets Of London, You Little Idiot?” Will Demanded, Giving Her Arm A Light Shake. Cecily’s Eyes Narrowed. “this Morning It Was Cariad (note: Welsh Endearment, Like ‘darling’ Or ‘love’), Now It’s Idiot.

You Tried To Drink The East River,"magnus Said, And Alec Saw, As If For The First Time, That Magnus's Clothes Were Soaking Wet Too, Sticking To His Body Like A Dark Second Skin.

No. That's Clary; Shes's My Best Friend." Simon Pocketed His Phone. "and She Has A Boyfriend. Like, Really, Really, Really Has A Boyfriend. The Nuclear Bomb Of Boyfriends. Trust Me On This One.

I Wish I Could Hate You," He Said. His Voice Was Light, His Mouth Curved In An Unconcerned Half Smile, His Eyes Sick With Misery. "i Want To Hate You. I Try To Hate You. It Would Be So Much Easier If I Did Hate You. Sometimes I Do Hate You And Then I See You And I.