If I’d Just Listened—just Taken One Second

The Most Terrible Things Men Do, They Do In The Name Of Love."— Madame Dorothea

The Way Magnus’ Breath Had Sounded, Rattling In His Chest, Before He’d Said His Father’s Name.

Sometimes When You Cannot Decide What To Do, You Pretend To Be A Character In A Book, Because It Is Easier To Decide What They Would Do"-cassandra Clare

It Was Eric's Voice Not Simon's, On The Recorded Message. “ladies, Ladies ” He Said. Though It Was The Millionth Time She’d Heard The Recording, Clary Couldn't Help Rolling Her Eyes. “if You've Reached This Message That Means Our Boy Simon Is Out Partying. But Please Don’t Fight Among Yourselves. There’s Always Enough Simon To Go Around.” There Was A Muffled Yell, Some Laughter, And Then The Long Sound Of The Beep.

I Am Glad,” He Said. “they Will Be Able To Take Care Of Each Other When I Am Gone, Or At Least I Can Hope For It. He Says She Does Not Love Him, But—surely She Will Come To Love Him In Time. Will Is Easy To Love, And He Has Given Her His Whole Heart. I Can See It. I Hope She Will Not Break It.