Love Didn't Make You Weak, It Made

D'you Think He Would Have Thought Ahead Like That?" Said Henry. "assuredly," Said Will. "the Man's A Strategist." He Tapped His Temple. "like Me.

And Now I Need You To Do For Me What I Cannot Do For Myself. For You To Be My Eyes When I Do Not Have Them. For You To Be My Hands When I Cannot Use My Own. For You To Be My Heart When Mine Is Done Beating.

Light Like Thin Grey Soup Seeped Through The Windows. The Door Opened And Mrs. Dark Came In, Followed By Her Sister, Who Had No Head, Only The White Bone Of Her Spine Protruding From Her Raggedly Severed Neck.

She Looked Out Then, Through The Crowd, And Saw Simon With The Lightwoods, Looking At Her Across The Empty Space That Separated Them. It Was The Same Way That Jace Had Looked At Her At The Manor. It Was The One Thread That Bound These Two Boys That She Loved So Much, She Thought, Their One Commonality: They Both Believed In Her Even When She Didn't Believe In Herself.

Simon To Die. Jace To Live. Jonathon To Retune. And You Valentine's Daughter, To Be The Catalist Of It All.