Clary Found Herself Wondering If The Forsaken

We Needn't Talk About Tessa If You Don't Want To, You Know." "it's Not Tessa." This Was True. Will Hadn't Been Thinking Of Tessa. He Was Getting Good At Not Thinking About Her, Really; All It Took Was Determination And Practice.

What You're Blaming Yourself For Is Being Who You Are. And That's No One's Fault And Nothing You Can Change.

And He Understands. He Understands Why People Hold Hands: He’d Always Thought It Was About Possessiveness, Saying This Is Mine. But It’s About Maintaining Contact. It Is About Speaking Without Words. It Is About I Want You With Me And Don’t Go.

To Be Beautiful You Had To Be Willowy And Tall. When You Were As Short As Clary Was, Just Over Five Feet, You Were Cute. Not Pretty Or Beautiful, But Cute.

And There Are Vampires, Too? Werewolves, Warlocks, All That Stuff?" Clary Gnawed Her Lower Lip. "so I Hear." "and You Kill Them, Too?" Simon Asked, Directing The Question To Jace, Who Had Put The Stele Back In His Pocket And Was Examining His Flawless Nails For Defects. "only When They've Been Naughty.