I Don't Care," Clary Said. "he'd Do

...in Paris She Found Magnus, Who Was Living In A Garret Apartment And Paiting, An Occupation For Which He Had No Aptitude Whatsoever. He Let Her Sleep On A Mattress By The Window, And In The Night, When She Woke Up Screaming For Will, He Came And Put His Arms Around Her, Smelling Of Turpentine. "the First One Is Always The Hardest," He Said. "the First?" "the First One You Love Who Dies," He Said. "it Gets Easier, After.

I Promise To Charm The Dickens Out Of Him,' Said Will, Sitting Up And Readjusting His Crushed Hat. 'i Shall Charm Him With Such Force That When I Am Done, He Will Be Left Lying Limply On The Ground, Trying To Remember His Own Name.' 'the Man's Eighty-nine', Muttered Jem. 'he May Well Have The Problem Anyway.

Lips. There Was Something Strangely, Delicately Indelicate About The Word, Like A Kiss Itself.

Did You Ever Think That In A Past Life Alec Was An Old Woman With Ninety Cats Who Was Always Yelling At The Neighborhood Kids To Get Off Her Lawn? Because I Do.

I Love You So Much, So Incredibly Much," He Went On, "and I Forget When You're Close To Me, I Forget Who You Are. I Forget That You're Jem's. I'd Have To Be The Worst Sort Of Person To Think What I'm Thinking Right Now. But I Am Thinking It.