I’m Not Unsympathetic. But Do You Like

There Was A Click And Then Nothing Call Disconected Flashed On The Digital Display. "no! No!" Clary Hit The Redial Button, Her Fingers Trembling. Simon Picked Up Immediatly. "sorry. Yossarian Scratched Me And I Dropped The Phone.

I Can't Get Enough Adventure," Magnus Said Lightly. "and Adventure Cannot Get Enough Of Me.

What About Isabelle?" Simon Asked. "where Is She?" The Humor, Such As It Was, Left Jace's Expression. "she Won't Come Out Of Her Room," He Said. "she Thinks That What Happened To Max Was Her Fault. She Won't Even Come To The Funeral." "have You Tried Talking To Her?" "no," Jace Said, "we've Been Punching Her Repeatedly In The Face Instead. Why, Do You Think That Won't Work?" "just Thought I'd Ask." Simon's Tone Was Mild.

And I Would Do It Again. I Love You, Jace Wayland-herondale-lightwood-whatever You Want To Call Yourself. I Don't Care. I Love You And I Will Always Love You, And Pretending It Could Be Any Other Ways Is Just A Waste Of Time.

Pain Made You Strong. Loss Made You Powerful.