Love Isnt Mortal Or Immortal. It Just

This Time Clary Concentrated, Trying To Focus Her Mind On Simon-the Simon-ness Of Him, The Shape Of The Way He Thought, The Feeling Of Hearing His Voice, The Sence Of Him Close. His Whispers, His Secrets, The Way He Made Her Laugh. 'so', She Thought Conversationally, 'now That I'm In Your Mind, Wnat To See Some Naked Mental Pictures Of Jace?' Simon Jumped. "i Heard That! And, No.

Clary," He Whispered. There Was A Thump, And She Realized He Had Fallen To His Kees By The Side Of Her Bed. She Didn't Move, But Her Body Tightened. His Voice Was A Whisper. "clary, It's Me. It's Me.

I Have Heard Sometimes That Men Who Lose An Arm Of A Leg Still Feel That Pain In Those Limbs, Though They Are Gone,' Said Will. 'it Is Like That Sometimes. I Can Feel Jem With Me, Though He Is Gone, And It Is Like I Am Missing A Part Of Myself.

Take My Hands,” Alec Said. “and Take My Strength Too. Whatever Of It You Can Use To— To Keep Yourself Going.

It Would Be One Thing If I Had Been Cursed So That Everyone I Loved Would Die," Said Will. "i Could Keep Myself From Loving. To Keep Others From Caring For Me--it Is An Odd, Exhausting Procedure.