Magnus, I Wish I Had The Nerve

Why Is It, Little Shadowhunter, That Your Angels Are So Cold And Without Mercy? Why Do They Break That Which Will Not Obey Them?

I Was Marked By A Very Cute Boy With Terrible Impulse Control. I Don't Remember Because I Was Basically Unconscious But Everyone Was Mad At Him When I Woke Up. The End, Love Clary.

The Cycle Hit The Beach And Spun Out. Emma Went Into A Rolling Crouch As She Flew Free Of It, Keeping Her Elbows In, Pushing The Air Hard Out Of Her Lungs. She Turned Her Head As She Hit The Sand, Slapping Her Palms Down To Roll Herself Forward, Absorbing The Impact Of The Fall Through Her Arms And Shoulders, Her Knees Folding Up Into Her Chest. The Stars Wheeled Crazily Overhead As She Spun, Sucking In Her Breath As Her Body Slowed Its Rolling. She Came To A Stop On Her Back, Her Hair And Clothes Full Of Sand And Her Ears Full Of The Sound Of The Wildly Crashing Ocean.

It Isn't Against The Law To Be An Idiot.

Very Well," Magnus Said. "let Us Pause For A Moment And Consider—oh, You Have Already Run Off Splendid.