Not Your Parabatai Any Longer.

Will Sat Where He Was, Gazing At The Silver Bowl In Front Of Him; A White Rose Was Floating In It, And He Seemed Prepared To Stare At It Until It Went Under. In The Kitchen Bridget Was Still Singing One Of Her Awful Sad Songs; The Lyrics Drifted In Through The Door: "twas On An Evening Fair I Went To Take The Air, I Heard A Maid Making Her Moan; Said, 'saw Ye My Father? Or Ye My Mother? Or Saw Ye My Brother John? Or Saw Ye The Lad That I Love Best, And His Name It Is Sweet William?" I May Murder Her, Tessa Thought. Let Her Make A Song About That.

Sebastian Never Does Anything Just For Fun.” Jace Took Clary’s Hand And Pulled Her Toward Him. “but I Do.

You Should See His Older Brother,” Said Jem. “makes Gabriel Look Sweeter Than Gingerbread. Hates Will Even More Thangabriel, Too, If That’s Possible.

Life Was An Uncertain Thing, And There Were Some Moments One Wished To Remember, To Imprint Upon One's Mind That The Memory Might Be Taken Out Later, Like A Flower Pressed Between The Pages Of A Book, And Admired And Recollected Anew. - Sophie And Gideon Lightwood

As Long As I Can Dream, I Will Dream Of You.