He Had Become A Monster. You Just

Clary Made Fun Of Him About His New Look; But, Then, Clary Found Everything About Simon's Love Life Borderline Hilarious.

Pulvis Et Umbra Sumus. It's A Line From Horace. 'we Are Dust And Shadows'. Appropriate, Don't You Think?" Will Said. "it's Not A Long Life, Killing Demons; One Tends To Die Young, And Then They Burn Your Body - Dust To Dust, In The Literal Sense. And Then We Vanish Into The Shadows Of History, Nary A Mark On The Page Of A Mundane Book To Remind The World That Once We Existed At All.

You Asked Me Who I Belong To. I Belong To You.

The Kitchen Was Bright, Cheerful Yellow, The Walls Decorated With Framed Chalk And Pencil Sketches Simon And Rebecca Had Done In Grade School. Rebecca Had Some Drawing Talent, You Could Tell, But Simon's Sketches Of People All Looked Like Parking Meters With Tufts Of Hair.

Have A Little Faith In My Magic Fingers