Tell Me,” Isabelle Said.“who It Was. That

Hiding Here, Are You? That’s Awkward.” “why?” “because I Had Intended To Hide Here Myself.” “you May Hide Here With Me, If You Wish.

She Opened Her Mouth To Answer, But He Was Already Kissing Her. She Had Kissed Him So Many Times—soft Gentle Kisses, Hard And Desperate Ones, Brief Brushes Of The Lips That Said Good-bye, And Kisses That Seemed To Go On For Hours—and This Was No Different. The Way The Memory Of Someone Who Had Once Lived In A House Might Linger Even After They Were Gone, Like A Sort Of Psychic Imprint, Her Body Remembered Jace. Remembered The Way He Tasted, The Slant Of His Mouth Over Hers, His Scars Under Her Fingers, The Shape Of His Body Under Her Hands.

I Love Your Name. I Love The Sound Of It

Ma'am," Magnus Said, Advancing. "i Must Counsel You Not To Exit The Carriage While A Demon-slaying Is In Progress.

One For Sorrow, Two For Mirth, Three For A Wedding, Four For A Birth, Five For Silver, Six For Gold, Seven For A Secret That's Never Been Told. ~ Simon