All That Existed Was Jace; All She

Oh, Its Big Enough,” He Said Patronizingly, “but Somehow I Was Expecting…you Know.” He Gestured With His Hands, Indicating Something Roughly The Size Of A House Cat. “it’s The Mortal Cup, Jace, Not The Mortal Toilet Bowl,” Said Isabelle. -jace & Isabelle, Pg.349-

Jordan Followed, Buttoning His Jeans And Muttering About How There Was Nothing Strange About Having A Pattern Of Dancing Penguins On Your Underwear.

There Are Some Kinds Of Wounds You Can Get, Internal Injuries. You Don't Know What's Wrong With You, But You're Bleeding To Death Slowly Inside.

Tessa Looked Quickly To Will, But He Only Crossed The Room As He Always Did To Lean Against The Fireplace Mantel. Cecily Had Never Been Able To Decide If He Did This Because He Was Perpetually Cold Or Because He Thought He Looked Dasing Standing Before The Leaping Flames.

He Grabbed For The Coatrack That Stood By The Door, Ripped The Coats Off It, And Flung The Door Wide, The Rack Held Above His Head Like A Javelin. On The Other Side Of The Door Was Jace. He Blinked. "is That A Coatrack?