Life Could Not Be Entirely Devoted To

As Metal Rang On Metal, Some Inner Part Of Jem, Some Part That Had Been Lost Without His Even Knowing It Was Lost, Felt The Pleasure Of Fighting Together With Will One Last Time.

I Did It Because I Love You!" He Half-shouted, And Then, As If Registering The Shocked Look Her Face, He Said In A More Subdued Voice, "i Love You, Tessa, And I Have Loved You, Almost Since The Moment I Met You.

He'd Felt Like A Jack-o-lantern For The Past Few Days, As If His Guts Had Been Yanked Out With A Fork And Dumped In A Heap While A Grinning Smile Stayed Plastered On His Face.

Words Were Weapons, His Father Had Taught Him That, And He'd Wanted To Hurt Clary More Than He'd Ever Wanted To Hurt Any Girl. In Fact, He Wasn't Sure He Had Ever Wanted To Hurt A Girl Before. Usually He Just Wanted Them, And Then He Wanted Them To Leave Him Alone.

Do You Remember When We Stood Together On Blackfriars Bridge?” He Asked Softly, And His Eyes Were Like That Night Had Been, All Black And Silver. “of Course I Remember.” “it Was The Moment I First Knew I Loved You,” Jem Said. “i Will Make You A Promise. Every Year, Tessa, On One Day, I Will Meet You On That Bridge. I Will Come From The Silent City And I Will Meet You, And We Will Be Together, If Only For An Hour. But You Must Tell No One.