Magnus, I Wish I Had The Nerve

Jealousy Is Such An Ugly Emotion.

Through Many Waters Borne, Brother, I Am Come To Thy Sad Grave, That I May Give These Last Gifts To The Dead. Forever And Ever, Brother, Hail. Forever And Ever, Farewell.

That Seems Like Stealing, Doesn't It?" Simon Pulled A Cup Toward Him. He Drew The Lid Back. "ooh. Mochaccino." He Looked At Magnus. "did You Pay For These?" "sure," Said Magnus, While Jace And Alec Snickered. "i Make Dollar Bills Magically Appear In Their Cash Register." "really?" "no." Magnus Popped The Lid Off His Own Coffee. "but You Can Pretend I Did If It Makes You Feel Better. So, First Order Of Business Is What?

Jace, There Is No Wedding! Stop Isabelle! Sit On Her If You Have To. Just Stop Her From Doing Whatever She's Doing Or I Can Never Come Home. -alec

She Hated That Will Had This Effect On Her. Hated It. She Knew Better. She Knew What He Thought Of Her. That She Was Worth Nothing. And Still A Look From Him Could Make Her Tremble With Mingled Hatred And Longing. It Was Like Poison In Her Blood, To Which Jem Was The Only Antidote.