You Are Home For Me Now." --jem

Simon To Die. Jace To Live. Jonathon To Retune. And You Valentine's Daughter, To Be The Catalist Of It All.

And I Remind You Of Your Mother Now? I Have Got To Look Into A Manlier Cologne.

You Speak Of Sacrifice, But It Is Not My Sacrifice I Offer. It Is Yours I Ask Of You," He Went On. "i Can Offer You My Life, But It Is A Short Life; I Can Offer You My Heart, Though I Have No Idea How Many More Beats It Shall Sustain. But I Love You Enough To Hope That You Will Not Care That I Am Being Selfish In Trying To Make The Rest Of My Life--whatever Its Length--happy, By Spending It With You. I Want To Be Married To You, Tessa. I Want It More Than I Have Ever Wanted Anything Else In My Life.

Looking At Her, He Was In London Again. He Saw The Gaslight And Smelled The Smoke And Dirt And Horses, The Metallic Tang Of Fog, The Flowers In Kew Gardens. He Saw A Boy With Black Hair And Blue Eyes Like Alec's. A Girl With Long Brown Curls And A Serious Face. In A World Where Everything Went Away From Him Eventually, She Was One Of The Few Remaining Constants.

He Has Fought Many Battles With Us" (jace) By Which You Mean One Battle" Muttered Simon. "two If You Count The One I Was A Rat