Jace Reached Up To Unzip His Jacket.

Every Meeting Led To A Parting, And So It Would, As Long As Life Was Mortal. In Every Meeting There Was Some Of The Sorrow Of Parting, But In Everything Parting There Was Some Of The Joy Of Meeting As Well.

You're Not Gay, Are You?" Simon's Greenish Color Deepened. "if I Were, I Would Dress Better.

Were You Thinking About Eating Me?

What If Everything You Believe Is Wrong And You Could Still Be Loved And Still Be Forgiven?

I Have Something For You," He Said. He Dug Into His Pocket And Brought Out Something, Which He Pressed Into Her Hand. It Was A Gray Stone, Slightly Uneven, Worn To Smoothness In Spots. "huh," Said Clary, Turning It Over In Her Fingers. "you Know, When Most Girls Say They Want A Big Rock, They Don't Mean, You Know, Literally A Big Rock.