He Found Himself Wanting To Write Poetry

Will Looking After Her, Sighed.not For Her, He Said Under His Breath, Though There Was No One To Hear Him, For Me.... And He Leaned His Head Against The Cold Iron Gate.

In Paris One Could Have The Eyes Of A Cat (as He Did) And Tell People It Was A Trick Of Fashion.

Maybe I Want A Black Eye. Did You Think Of That?

Unrequitted Love Amuses Me

But Clary Never Found Out What It Wasn't, Because There Was A Cry Of "jace!" And Alec Appeared, Breathless From Pushing His Way Through The Crowd To Get Them. His Dark Hair Was A Mess And There Was Blood On His Clothes, But His Eyes Were Bright With A Mixture Of Relief And Anger. He Grabbed Jace By The Front Of His Jacket. "what Happened To You?" Jace Looked Affronted. "what Happened To Me?" Alec Looked At Him, Not Lightly. "you Said You Were Going For A Walk! What Kind Of Walk Takes Six Hours?" "a Long One?" Jace Suggested.