It's Not Like A Stab Wound You

Oh, The Universe Had Outdone Herself. The Universe Would Be Send Flowers.

He Looks," Simon Had Once Said To Isabelle, "like He's Thinking About Something Deep And Meaningful, But If You Ask Him What It Is, He'll Punch You In The Face.

So You’re Suggesting We Take The Train Up To York, Meet A Ninety-year-old Man, Leap On Him, And Yank Out His Hair? I’m Sure The Clave Will Be Ecstatic.” “they’ll Just Say You’re Mad,” Said Jessamine. “they Already Think It, So What’s The Difference, Really?

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.

Concerned About My Safety, Are You? -william Herondale.