It Is The Mundanes Who Look At

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

What They Had Between Them Was Still As Fragile As Flickering Candle Flame, As Delicate As Eggshell - And He Knew That If It Shattered, If He Somehow Let It Break And Be Destroyed, Something Inside Him Would Shatter Too, Something That Could Never Be Fixed.

There Is That. I Might Have Better Luck Telling Him I’m In Love With Him. Jace Thinks Everyone’s In Love With Him Anyway.” “but I,” Said Clary, “actually Am.

He Will Get Through This, Even If He Thinks He Won't.

You May Be The Only Guy My Age I've Ever Met Who Knows What Bergamot Is, Much Less That It's In Earl Grey Tea." "yes, Well," Jace Said, With A Supercilious Look, "i'm Not Like Other Guys. Besides," He Added, Flipping A Book Off The Shelf, "at The Institute We Have To Take Classes In Basic Medicinal Uses For Plants. It's Required." "i Figured All Your Classes Were Stuff Like Slaughter 101 And Beheading For Beginners." Jace Flipped A Page. "very Funny, Fray.