Just Kissing? How Quickly You Dismiss Our

It's Not Like A Stab Wound You Can Protect Me From. It's Like A Million Little Paper Cuts Every Day.

This Was Jace Being Brave. Simon Thought, Brave And Snarky Because He Thought Lilith Was Going To Kill Him, And That Was The Way He Wanted To Go, Unafraid And On His Feet. Like A Warrior. The Way Shadowhunters Did. His Death Song Would Always Be This-jokes And Snideness And Pretend Arrogance, And That Look In His Eyes That Said 'i'm Better Than You'. Simon Just Hadn't Realized It Before.

Anything?" She Laughed. "like What Kind Of Anything Did You Want?" "well, When I Was Five, I Wanted To Take A Bath In Spaghetti." -clary & Jace, Pg.310-

"yeah, Well, You Clearly Also Couldn't Be Bothered To Call Me And Tell Me You Were Shacking Up With Some Dyed-blond Wanna-be Goth You Probably Met At Pandemonium. After I Spent The Past Three Days Wondering If You Were Dead." "i Was Not Shacking Up," Clary Said, Glad Of The Darkness As The Blood Rushed To Her Face. "and My Hair Is Naturally Blond," Said Jace. "just For The Record."

Not Your Parabatai Any Longer.