Don't You Hate It? Not Ever Saying

And Quit Baring Your Fangs At Me. It's Making Me Nervous." "good," Simon Said. "if You Want To Know Why, It's Because You Smell Like Blood." "it's My Cologne. Eau De Recent Injury." Jace Raised His Left Hand.

She Supposed They Were Imperfections, Those Marks, But They Didn't Feel That Way To Her; They Were A History, Cut Into His Body: The Map Of A Life Of Endless War.

You Left Me. You Made A Pet Out Of Me, And Then You Left Me. If Love Were Food, I Would Have Starved On The Bones You Gave Me.

Clary?” Jace Tilted His Head To The Side, Studying Her Face. “you Do—you Still Love Me, Don’t You?” “i Love Jace Lightwood,” She Said. “i Don’t Know Who You Are.

Unrequitted Love Amuses Me