Sometimes, When I Have To Do Something

Sarcasm Is The Last Refuge Of The Imaginatively Bankrupt.

Simon Had Never Noticed Before, But She Wore A Silver Ring On Her Right Hand, With A Partner Of Flames Around The Band Of It, And A Carved L In The Center. It Reminded Him Of The Ring Clary Wore Around Her Neck, With Its Design Of Stars. "it's The Lightwood Family Ring," She Said, Noticing Where His Gaze Was Fixed. "every Family Has An Emblem. Ours Is Fire.

A Rune, Hovering Like An Angel: A Shape Like Two Wings Joined By A Single Bar.

Staring At Him The Way She Might Stare At A Beloved Place She Was Not Sure She Would Ever See Again, Trying To Commit The Details To Memory, To Paint Them On The Backs Of Her Eyelids That She Might See It When She Shut Her Eyes To Sleep.

That Jem Makes Beautiful Things And I Destroy Them. That It Really Ought To Be Me Dying And Not Him. I Mean, What's The Point Of Living If You Can't Even Enjoy It? Yet Jem Enjoys All The Life He's Got. It's Not Fair.