Oh Dear," Said Jace..."i Hope That Wasn't

Our Souls Are Knit. We Are One Person, James.

And Then She Said Nothing Else, For Henry Put His Arms Around Her And Kissed Her. Kissed Her In Such A Way That She No Longer Felt Plain, Or Conscious Of Her Hair Or The Ink Spot On Her Dress Or Anything But Henry, Whom She Had Always Loved. Tears Welled Up And Spilled Down Her Cheeks, And When He Drew Away, He Touched Her Wet Face Wonderingly. "really," He Said. "you Love Me, Too, Lottie?

I Feel Myself Dissolving, Vanishing Into Nothingness, For If There Is No One In The World Who Cares For You, Do You Really Exist At All?

Brown Is A Manly Color

His Eyes Shone When He Looked At Her, Green As Spring Grass. He Has Always Had Green Eyes, Said The Voice In Her Head. People Often Marvel At How Much Alike You Are, He And Your Mother And Yourself. His Name Is Jonathan And He Is Your Brother; He Has Always Protected You. Somewhere In The Back Of Clary’s Mind She Saw Black Eyes And Whip Marks, But She Didn’t Know Why. He’s Your Brother. He’s Your Brother, And He’s Always Taken Care Of You.