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'will,' She Whispered Against His Mouth. She Wanted Him Closer To Her So Badly, It Was Like An Ache, A Painful Hot Ache That Spread From Her Stomach To Speed Her Heart And Knot Her Hands In His Hair And Set Her Skin Burning. 'will, You Need Not Be So Careful. I Will Not Break.'

Forever Does Not Make Loss Forgettable, Only Bearable, Brother Zachariah To Clary Fray

Don't Make It Sound Like That. Like Some Ordinary Sort Of Grief. It's Not Like That. They Say Time Heals All Wounds, But That Presumes The Source Of The Grief Is Finite. Over. This Is A Fresh Wound Every Day.

She Warned Me About Mr. Herondale, Though, Said He’d Likely Be Rude To Me, And Familiar. She Said I Could Be Rude Right Back, That Nobody Would Mind.” “someone Ought To Be Rude To Him. He’s Rude Enough To Everyone Else.

He Looked Back At Her, And When She Saw The Look On His Face, She Saw His Eyes At Renwick’s, When He Had Watched The Portal That Separated Him From His Home Shatter Into A Thousand Irretrievable Pieces. He Held Her Gaze For A Split Second, Then Looked Away From Her, The Muscles In His Throat Working.