You Are Home For Me Now." --jem

Where Did You Get That?" Jace Looked Down And Saw That The Spider Demon's Poison Had Eaten A Hole In His Shirt, Leaving A Good Deal Of His Left Shoulder Bare. "the Shirt? At Macy's Winter Sale.

She Opened Her Mouth To Answer, But He Was Already Kissing Her. She Had Kissed Him So Many Times—soft Gentle Kisses, Hard And Desperate Ones, Brief Brushes Of The Lips That Said Good-bye, And Kisses That Seemed To Go On For Hours—and This Was No Different. The Way The Memory Of Someone Who Had Once Lived In A House Might Linger Even After They Were Gone, Like A Sort Of Psychic Imprint, Her Body Remembered Jace. Remembered The Way He Tasted, The Slant Of His Mouth Over Hers, His Scars Under Her Fingers, The Shape Of His Body Under Her Hands.

I Was Thinking About The First Time I Ever Saw You And How After That I Couldn't Forget You. I Wanted To, But I Couldn't Stop Myself.

One Of The Things He'd Always Loved About Clary Was How Easily Caught Up In Her Imagination She Was, How Easily She Could Wall Herself Away In Illusory Worlds Of Curses And Princes And Destiny And Magic.

Good Organization,” Said Magnus. “i Knew The Man Who Founded It, Back In The 1800s. Woolsey Scot. Respectable Old Werewolf Family.” Alec Made An Ugly Sound In The Back Of His Throat. “did You Sleep With Him, Too?” Magnus’s Cat Eyes Widened. “alexander!