The Queen Sniffed. "i Rather Miss Your

Charlotte Said That If I Chose, I Could Cease To Be A Gray And Take The Name My Mother Should Have Had Before She Was Married. I Could Be A Starkweather. I Could Have A True Shadowhunter Name." She Heard Will Exhale A Breath. It Came Out A Puff Of White In The Cold. His Eyes Were Blue And Wide And Clear, Fixed On Her Face. He Wore The Expression Of A Man Who Had Steeled Himself To Do A Terrifying Thing, And Was Carrying It Through. "of Course You Can Have A True Shadowhunter Name," Will Said. "you Can Have Mine.

You Snuck Up On Me,” She Said. “i Guess I’m Not Much Of A Shadowhunter, Huh?” Simon Shrugged. “well, In Your Defense, I Do Move With A Silent, Pantherlike Grace.

Do You Miss Wales?” Tessa Inquired. Will Shrugged Lightly. “what’s To Miss? Sheep And Singing,” He Said. “and The Ridiculous Language. Fe Hoffwn I Fod Mor Feddw, Fyddai Ddim Yn Cofio Fy Enw.” “what Does That Mean?” “it Means ‘i Wish To Get So Drunk I No Longer Remember My Own Name,’ Quite Useful.

As Long As There Was Coffee In The World, How Bad Could Things Be?

We Needn't Talk About Tessa If You Don't Want To, You Know." "it's Not Tessa." This Was True. Will Hadn't Been Thinking Of Tessa. He Was Getting Good At Not Thinking About Her, Really; All It Took Was Determination And Practice.