Max," Jace Said. "max, I’m So Sorry.

He Kissed Each Finger, And With Each One Of Them Spoken A Word. Five Kisses, Five Words. His Last.

I Swear That Woman Had A Previous Career As A Death-hunter Selling Tragic Ballads Down Around The Seven Dials," Said Will. "and I Do Wish She Wouldn't Sing About Poisoning Just After We've Eaten.

With Jace, You Don't Really Get To Choose Your Insulting Nickname.

Jem Cried Out With All His Remaining Strength. You Cannot Go Where I Am Going! Nor Would I Want That For You!

So, Technically," Simon Said, "even Though Jace Isn't Actually Related To You, You Have Kissed Your Brother.