Those Of Us Who Do Not Live

Yes...and I'm Worried That If You Get Into The Habit Of Making Out With Your Instructors, You'll Wind Up Making Out With Him Too." "don't Be Sexist. They Could Find Me A Female Instructor." "in That Case, You Have My Permission To Make Out With Her As Long As I Can Watch.

Marry Me," He Said. "marry Me, Tess. Marry Me And Be Tessa Herondale. Or Be Tessa Gray, Or Be Whatever You Wish To Call Yourself, But Marry Me And Stay With Me And Never Leave Me, For I Cannot Bear Another Day Of My Life To Go By That Does Not Have You In It.

He Would Look So Young. They Were Both So Young. Tessa Knew It Was Unusual To Marry At Seventeen And Eighteen, But They Were Racing A Clock. The Clock Of Jem's Life, Before It Wound Down.

His Eyes Shone When He Looked At Her, Green As Spring Grass. He Has Always Had Green Eyes, Said The Voice In Her Head. People Often Marvel At How Much Alike You Are, He And Your Mother And Yourself. His Name Is Jonathan And He Is Your Brother; He Has Always Protected You. Somewhere In The Back Of Clary’s Mind She Saw Black Eyes And Whip Marks, But She Didn’t Know Why. He’s Your Brother. He’s Your Brother, And He’s Always Taken Care Of You.

That Was What Humans Did: They Left On Another Messages Through Time, Pressed Between Pages Or Carved Into Rock. Like Reaching Out A Hand Through Time, And Trusting In A Phantom Hoped-for Hand To Catch Yours. Humans Did Not Last Forever. They Could Only Hope What They Made Would Endure.