Clary," Jace Said Again. "you Know: Short,

Simon Remembered A Rhyme His Mother Used To Recite To Him, About Magpies. You Were Supposed To Count Them And Say: One For Sorrow, Two For Mirth, Three For A Wedding, Four For A Birth, Five For Silver, Six For Gold, Seven For A Secret That's Never Been Told. "right," Simon Said. He Had Already Lost Count Of The Numbers Of Birds There Were. Seven, He Guessed. A Secret That's Never Been Told. Whatever That Was.

There's No Need To Clarify My Finger Snap," Said Magnus. "the Implication Was Clear In The Snap Itself.

Well,” Tessa Said, Sighting Along The Line Of The Knife, “you Behave As If You Dislike Me. In Fact, You Behave As If You Dislike Us All.” “i Don’t,” Gabriel Said. “i Just Dislike Him.” He Pointed At Will. “dear Me,” Said Will, And He Took Another Bite Of His Apple. “is It Because I’m Better-looking Than You?

You Are The Central Point About Which His World Spins.

And Now I’m Looking At You,” He Said, “and You’re Asking Me If I Still Want You, As If I Could Stop Loving You. As If I Would Want To Give Up The Thing That Makes Me Stronger Than Anything Else Ever Has. I Never Dared Give Much Of Myself To Anyone Before – Bits Of Myself To The Lightwoods, To Isabelle And Alec, But It Took Years To Do It – But, Clary, Since The First Time I Saw You, I Have Belonged To You Completely. I Still Do. If You Want Me.