Not Everyone Wants You All The Time,

And I Would Do It Again. I Love You, Jace Wayland-herondale-lightwood-whatever You Want To Call Yourself. I Don't Care. I Love You And I Will Always Love You, And Pretending It Could Be Any Other Ways Is Just A Waste Of Time.

He's A Cousin Of Some Friends Of The Lightwoods Or Something. He's Nice. I Promise." "nice, Bah. He's Gorgeous." Magnus Gazed Dreamily In His Direction. "you Should Leave Him Here. I Could Hang Hats On Him And Things." "no. You Can't Have Him." "why Not? Do You Like Him?" Magnus's Eyes Gleamed. "he Seems To Like You. I Saw Him Going For Your Hand Out There Like A Squirrel Diving For A Peanut.

At Least Kyle Wasn't Home. That Would Be A Hard One To Explain To His New Roomate. Nobody Liked A Guy Who Kept Blood In The Fridge.

The More Beautiful The Skin Is, The More Deadly It Is. That's What Will's Like. All That Pretty Face And Whatnot Just Hides How Twisted Up And Rotten He Is On The Inside.

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.