God Knows We’re All Drawn To What’s

There Are Memories That Time Can't Erase, Clarissa. Ask Your Friend, Magnus Bane, If You Don't Believe Me. Forever Does Not Make Loss Forgettable. Only Bearable.

A Parabatai. Like He Was. And Jace Knew, Too, What That Faded Rune Meant: A Parabatai Whose Other Half Was Dead. He Felt His Sympathy Leap Toward Brother Zachariah, As He Imagined Himself Without Alec, With Only That Faded Rune To Remind Him Where Once He Had Been Bonded To Someone Who Knew All The Best And Worst Parts Of His Soul.

Will: "nice Place To Live, Isn't It? Let's Hope They Left Something Behind Other Than Filth. Forwarding Addresses, A Few Severed Limbs, A Prostitute Or Two ..." Jem: "indeed. Perhaps, If We're Fortunate, We Can Still Catch Syphilis." "or Demon Pox," Will Suggested Cheerfully, Trying The Door Under The Stairs.

Ladies Who Were No Better Than They Should Be, Whose Dresses Were Too Tight, Too Bright And Too All The Things Magnus Liked Most, Lounged On Velvet-covered Benches Along The Walls.

Astriola. That Is Demon Pox. You Had Evidence That Demon Pox Existed And You Didnt Mention It To Me! Et Tu, Brute!' He Rolled Up The Paper And Hit Jem Over The Head With It.