And So What? I Just Killed A

A Diary With No Drawings Of Me In It? Where Are The Torrid Fantasies? The Romance Covers?

But Clary Never Found Out What It Wasn't, Because There Was A Cry Of "jace!" And Alec Appeared, Breathless From Pushing His Way Through The Crowd To Get Them. His Dark Hair Was A Mess And There Was Blood On His Clothes, But His Eyes Were Bright With A Mixture Of Relief And Anger. He Grabbed Jace By The Front Of His Jacket. "what Happened To You?" Jace Looked Affronted. "what Happened To Me?" Alec Looked At Him, Not Lightly. "you Said You Were Going For A Walk! What Kind Of Walk Takes Six Hours?" "a Long One?" Jace Suggested.

You Don't Believe Me?" Jace Asked. "fine. Go Ahead. Kiss Me Right Now." Alec Stared At Him In Horror. "exactly. Despite My Staggering Good Lucks, You Actually Don't Like Me That Way.

Pain Is Only What You Allow It To Be

Amor Verus Numquam Moritur: True Love Never Dies