My Will And My Desire Were Turned

Jem Leaned Closer Against The Chair, Staring Into The Fire. “better It Were My Hands,” He Said. Will Shook His Head. Exhaustion Was Muting The Edges Of Everything In The Room, Blurring The Flocked Wallpaper Into A Single Mass Of Dark Color. “no. Not Your Hands. You Need Your Hands For The Violin. What Do I Need Mine For?

Alec Watched Them Through The Half-open Door, Jace Leaned Against The Sink As His Adoptive Sister Sponged His Wrists And Wrapped Them In A White Gauze. “okay, Now Take Off Your Shirt.” (isabelle) “i Knew There Was Something In This For You.” (jace) ~pg. 329~

He Said There Are Thousands Of Shadowhunters, But Great Love Comes Once In A Lifetime If One Is Lucky, And One Would Be A Fool To Let It Go.

I Learned To Share Work With People Even When It Was In Its Rough Stages Without Worrying That They'd Be Filled With Scorn And Hatred. After All, I Can Read Their Rough Work Without Turning On Them Like A Wildebeest.

I Hope You Told Him You Were Bitten By A Gay Spider.