He'll Come Back," Simon Said Again. "for

I Don't Suppose It Would Be Possible To, Er, Step On Him?

The Moment The Door Closed Behind Him, Tessa Was In Will's Arms, Her Hands Locked About His Neck. "oh, By The Angel," She Said. "that Was Mortifying." Will Slid His Hands Into Her Hair And Was Kissing Her, Kissing Her Eyelids And Her Cheeks And Then Her Mouth, Quickly But With Fervor And Concentration, As If Nothing Could Be More Important. "listen To You," He Said. "you Said 'by The Angel.' Like A Shadowhunter." He Kissed The Side Of Her Mouth. "i Love You. God, I Love You. I Waited So Long To Say It.

Of Course, The Guests Were Also Staring Because They Know Of My Relationship With Camille, And Are Wondering What We Might Be Doing Here In The Library... Alone." He Wiggled His Eyebrows At Tessa.

Clary, You're An Artist, Like Your Mother. That Means You See The World In Ways That Other People Don't. It's Your Gift, To See The Beauty And The Horror In Ordinary Things. It Doesn't Make You Crazy — Just Different. There's Nothing Wrong With Being Different.

And When Jace Was Ten Years Old, Valentine Killed Him. Michael, I Mean." "that Sounds Like Something He Would Do," Said Luke. His Tone Was Neutral, But There Was Something In His Voice That Made Clary Look At Him Sideways. Did He Not Believe Her? "jace Saw Him Die, " She Added, As If To Bolster Her Claim. "that's Awful," Said Luke. "poor Messed-up Kid.