Wo Ai Ni, Tessa,” He Whispered. “wo

You Don't Get To Decide," She Said, "where I Go, Or When." "i Know." His Voice Was Ragged. "i've Always Known That About You. I Don't Know Why I Had To Fall In Love With Someone Who's More Stubborn Than I Am.

Don't Bother Her, Don't Try To Talk To Her, Don't Even Look At Her, Or I'll Fold You In Half So Many Times You'll Look Like A Tiny Little Origami Werewolf.

Was That Will?" She Said Finally. Henry Arched One Ginger Eyebrow. "perhaps He's Been Kidnapped And Replaced By An Automaton," He Suggested. "it Seems Possible..." For Once Charlotte Could Only Find Herself In Agreement.

Clary," He Whispered. There Was A Thump, And She Realized He Had Fallen To His Kees By The Side Of Her Bed. She Didn't Move, But Her Body Tightened. His Voice Was A Whisper. "clary, It's Me. It's Me.

Oh, I Can Never Get Enough," He Said. "which, Incidentally, Is What Your Sister Said To Me When - " The Carriage Door Flew Open. A Hand Shot Out, Grabbed Will By The Back Of The Shirt, And Hauled Him Inside. The Door Banged Shut After Him, And Thomas, Sitting Bolt Upright, Seized Reins Of The Horses. A Moment Later The Carriage Had Lurched Forth Into The Night, Leaving Gabriel Staring, Infuriated, After It.