Clary,” Jocelyn Said. “i Want You To

"do You Remember Back At The Hotel When You Promised That If We Lived, You’d Get Dressed Up In A Nurse’s Outfit And Give Me A Sponge Bath?" "actually, I Think You Misheard," Clary Said. "it Was Simon Who Promised You The Sponge Bath." "as Soon As I’m Back On My Feet, Handsome," "i Knew We Should Have Left You A Rat," Said Jace.

Isabelle's Clothes Looked Ridiculous. Clary Had To Roll The Legs On The Jeans Up Several Times Before She Stopped Tripping On Them, And The Plunging Neckline Of The Red Tank Top Only Emphasized Her Lack Of What Eric Would Have Called A "rack.

Clary Didn't Ask What That Was. She Was Busy Trying Not To Fall Over. The Ground Was Heaving Up And Down Under Her Feet. "jace," She Said, And Crumpled Into Him. He Caught Her As If He Were Used To Catching Fainting Girls, As If He Did It Every Day. Maybe He Did.

Will Had Laid Down His Heart For Her And Jem To Walk Upon Because He Loved Them More Than He Loved Himself

Clary Closed Her Eyes. Remembering The Way Jace Had Looked At Her The Night She'd Freed Ithuriel, She Couldn't Help But Imagine The Way He'd Look At Her Now If He Saw Her Trying To Lie Down To Die On The Sand Beside Him. He Wouldn't Be Touched, Wouldn't Think It Was A Beautiful Gesture. He'd Be Angry At Her For Giving Up. He'd Be So--disappointed.