Tact Is Just Lying For Adults.

To Love Is To Destroy

Now That You Know The Truth, You Can Never Go Back.

You're Killing Me Because You Want Me To Give A Message To God For You?" Jace Shook His Head, The Point Of The Blade Scraping Across His Throat. "you're Crazier Than I Thought

Clary Stopped Wondering About Peanut-fish-olive-tomato Soup And Started Wondering What Would Happen If She Dumped The Contents Of The Pot On Isabelle’s Head.

Jem Leaned Closer Against The Chair, Staring Into The Fire. “better It Were My Hands,” He Said. Will Shook His Head. Exhaustion Was Muting The Edges Of Everything In The Room, Blurring The Flocked Wallpaper Into A Single Mass Of Dark Color. “no. Not Your Hands. You Need Your Hands For The Violin. What Do I Need Mine For?