Screw The Silent Brothers." "no Thanks. There's

My Name Is Herondale," The Boy Said Cheerfully. "william Herondale, But Everyone Calls Me Will. Is This Really Your Room? Not Very Nice, Is It?" He Wandered Toward The Window, Pausing To Examine The Stacks Of Books On Her Bedside Table, And Then The Bed Itself. He Waved A Hand At The Ropes. "do You Often Sleep Tied To The Bed?

She Knew She Could Not Be Jem For Will. No One Could. But Slowly The Hollow Places In His Heart Were Filling In.

You Know," Gabriel Said, "there Was A Time I Thought We Could Be Friends, Will." "there Was A Time I Thought I Was A Ferret," Will Said, "but That Turned Out To Be The Opium Haze. Did You Know It Had That Effect? Because I Didn't.

Somehow He Managed To Look Cool Despite The Heat. It Made Clary Want To Smack Him.

It's The Mortal Cup Jace, Not The Mortal Toilet Bowl.