The Law May Be Hard But It's

As Long As There Is Love And Memory, There Is No True Loss.

Looking At Her, He Was In London Again. He Saw The Gaslight And Smelled The Smoke And Dirt And Horses, The Metallic Tang Of Fog, The Flowers In Kew Gardens. He Saw A Boy With Black Hair And Blue Eyes Like Alec's. A Girl With Long Brown Curls And A Serious Face. In A World Where Everything Went Away From Him Eventually, She Was One Of The Few Remaining Constants.

Black For Hunting Through The Night For Death And Sorrow, The Color’s White Gold For A Bride In Her Wedding Gown, And Red To Call Enchantment Down.

Memories Did One No Good, Not When One Knew The Truth In The Present

Are You Threatening To Kidnap Me?" "if You Want To Look At It That Way," Jace Said, "yes.