Dreams Can Be Dangerous Things.

Years Later Magnus Would Return To London And Camille Belcourt's Side, And Find It Not All That He Had Dreamed. Years Later Another Desperate Herondale Boy With Blue, Blue Eyes Would Come To His Door, Shaking With The Cold Of The Rain And His Own Wretchedness, And This One Magnus Would Be Able To Help.

Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained.

Don't." Clary Raised A Warning Hand. "i'm Not Really In The Mood Right Now." "that's Got To Be The First Time A Girl's Ever Said That To Me," Jace Mused.

You Promise Me, He Said. That You Love Him. Enough To Marry Him And Make Him Happy.

I Have Something For You," He Said. He Dug Into His Pocket And Brought Out Something, Which He Pressed Into Her Hand. It Was A Gray Stone, Slightly Uneven, Worn To Smoothness In Spots. "huh," Said Clary, Turning It Over In Her Fingers. "you Know, When Most Girls Say They Want A Big Rock, They Don't Mean, You Know, Literally A Big Rock.