Maybe You Should Call Him,' Simon Suggested,

Will Pushed His Hands Through His Damp Hair. “oh, Yes,” He Said Bitterly. “perhaps In Some Other Life, Beyond This One, When We Have Passed Beyond The River, Or Turned Upon The Wheel, Or Whatever Kind Words You Want To Use To Describe Leaving This World, I Shall Find My Friend Again, My Parabatai. But I Have Lost You Now—now, When I Need You More Than I Ever Did!

I Think You Ought To Let Me Take Poor Tessa Into Town To Get Some New Clothes. Otherwise, The First Time She Takes A Deep Breath, That Dress Will Fall Right Off Her." Will Looked Interested. "i Think She Should Try That Out Now And See What Happens.

Reparations,” Said Jem Very Suddenly, Setting Down The Pen He Was Holding. Will Looked At Him In Puzzlement. “is This A Game? We Just Blurt Out Whatever Word Comes Next To Mind? In That Case Mine Is ‘genuphobia’. It Means An Unreasonable Fear Of Knees.” “what’s The Word For A Perfectly Reasonable Fear Of Annoying Idiots?” Inquired Jessamine.

And In Some Way, Clary Thought, He Meant It, Meant His Gratitude. He Had Long Ago Lost The Ability To Distinguish Between Force And Cooperation, Between Fear And Willingness, Between Love And Torture. And With That Realization Came A Rush Of Numbness—what Was The Point Of Hating Valentine For Being A Monster When He Didn’t Even Know He Was One?

Then, If You Love Him," He Said Quietly, "please, Tessa, Don't Tell Him What I Just Told You. Don't Tell Him That I Love You.