Love Didn't Make You Weak, It Made

Maryse Sighed."nothing Conclusive.if Only The Dead Could Talk,eh,lucian?

Never Trust A Duck" - Will Herondale "we Are Bound, You And I, Over The Divide Of Death, Down Through Whatever Generations May Come. Forever." - Will Herondale

Maybe That Was Why She Couldn't Cry, She Realized, Staring Dry-eyed At The Ceiling. Because What Was The Point In Crying When There Was No One There To Comfort You? And What Was Worse, When You Couldn't Even Comfort Yourself?

Isabelle: All The Boys Are Gay. In This Van, Anyway. Well, Except For You, Simon. Simon: Glad You Noticed. Magnus: I Prefer To Think Of Myself As A Freewheeling Bisexual. Alec: Please Never Say That In Front Of My Parents.

She Threw The Door Open. The Room Seemed To Be A Sort Of Library, The Walls Lined With Books. It Was Brightly Lit, Light Streaming Through A Tall Picture Window. In The Middle Of The Room Stood Jace. He Wasn't Alone, Though-not By A Long Shot. There Was A Dark-haired Girl With Him, A Girl Clary Had Never Seen Before, And The Two Of Them Were Locked Together In A Passionate Embrace