History Gets Written By The Winners.

Cucumber And Bergamot," Clary Said. "is There Anything Else You Hate That I Ought To Know About?" Jace Looked At Dorothea Over The Rim Of His Teacup. "liars," He Said.

He Held Her Close Enough To Kiss, Close Enough To Whisper The Most Important Secrets In The World, And He Spoke To Her As He Would Have Wanted Some Good Angel To Speak To His Family, To His Own Shivering Young Soul, Long Ago And In A Land Far Away.

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.

Exsanguinated," Said Jace, Impressed. "that's A Big Word." "and You're A Big-" "tsk Tsk," He Interrupted. "no Swearing In Church.

[magnus] Was Wearing Canary-yellow Pajamas, And On His Feet Were Green Slippers With Alien Faces, Complete With Sproingy Atennae.