Black Hair And Blue Eyes Are My

Clary Stopped Dead In Her Tracks. "simon?" "oh, God," Said Jace, Sounding Resigned. "and Here I'd Actually Hoped I'd Got Hold Of Something Interesting." -clary And Jace Pg. 114

Life Is A Book And There Are A Thousand Pages I Have Not Yet Read.

I'm Not Sure That's Such A Great Idea." Luke Said. "it's A Fabulous Idea." Jace Dropped The Paper Back Onto The Table, And Began To Slide Off His Jacket. "i've Got A Stele We Can Use. Who Wants To Do Me?" "a Regrettable Choice Of Words," Magnus Muttered.

Because In The End Nothing Is Worse Than Seeing The Fall Of One You Loved. It Was Somehow Worse Than Losing A Love. It Made Everything Seem Questionable. It Made The Past Bitter And Confused.

Your Trusting Idiocy Knows No Bounds