In Difficult Times, In Dark Times, Some

It's So Dark," She Said Lamely. "you Want Me To Hold Your Hand?" Clary Put Both Her Hands Behind Her Back Like A Small Child. "don't Talk Down To Me." "well, I Could Hardly Talk Up To You. You're Too Short.

How She Still Thought Of Max Every Day And It Was Like Someone Had Emptied Her Lungs Of Air, And She Would Catch At Her Heart, Afraid She Was Dying.

I Hate That Stuff. It Tastes Like Feet." At That He Smiled. "how Would You Know What Feet Taste Like?" "i Just Know.

Magnus Looked At Her Meditatively. 'i Think,' He Said, 'there Isn't Much That Jace Wouldn't Do For You, If You Asked Him.' Clary Opened Her Mouth And Then Shut It Again. She Thought Of The Way Magnus Had Always Seemed To Know How Alec Felt About Jace, How Simon Felt About Her. Her Feelings For Jace Must Be Written On Her Face Even Now, And Magnus Was An Expert Reader. She Glanced Away.

You’re Seventeen,” Magnus Said. “you Can’t Have Wasted A Life You’ve Barely Lived.