Oh, I Don't Know. I Prefer To

You Sound As If You Don't Mind What Happens To It," Said Tessa. "won't You Miss It Here? This Place Has Been Your Home." His Fingers Stroked Her Wrist Lightly, Making Her Shiver. "you Are Home For Me Now.

Dios," He Said, Addressing Himself To Jace. "what Happened To You, Brother? You Look As If A Pack Of Wolves Tried To Tear You Apart." "that's Either A Shockingly Good Guess," Said Jace, "or You Heard About What Happened.

Clary?” Jace Tilted His Head To The Side, Studying Her Face. “you Do—you Still Love Me, Don’t You?” “i Love Jace Lightwood,” She Said. “i Don’t Know Who You Are.

I Was Even A Little Glad That If It Wasn’t Going To Be Me She Wanted, It Was Going To Be Someone Who Really Deserved Her.

I Would Never Date A Girl Who Insisted That I Cut You Out Of My Life. It’s Non-negotiable. You Want A Piece Of All This Fabulousness?” He Gestured At Himself. “well, My Best Friend Comes Along With It. I Wouldn’t Cut You Out Of My Life, Clary, Any More Than I Would Cut Off My Right Hand And Give It To Someone As A Valentine’s Day Gift.” “gross,” Said Clary. “must You?” He Grinned. “i Must.