She Felt As If She Bled Her

Look, It's Easy To Outsmart A Werewolf Or A Vampire," Jace Said. "they're No Smarter Than Anyone Else. But Faeries Live For Hundreds Of Years And They're As Cunning As Snakes. They Can't Lie, But They Love To Engage In Creative Truth-telling. They'll Find Out Whatever It Is You Want Most In The World And Give It To You—with A Sting In The Tail Of The Gift That Will Make You Regret You Ever Wanted It In The First Place." He Sighed. "they're Not Really About Helping People. More About Harm Disguised As Help.

He Wondered If Normalcy Was Something, Like Vision Or Silence, You Didn't Realize Was Precious Until You Lost It.

No, You Don’t Need To Help Me. But If You Don’t, There’s Nothing Stopping Me From Calling You Up Again And Again, Now That I Know You Can’t Kill Me. Think Of It As Me Leaning Against Your Heavenly Doorbell… Forever.

What Is This?” He Went On Now, Spearing An Unfortunate Object On A Fork And Raising It To Eye Level. “this… This… Thing?” “a Parsnip?” Jem Suggested. “a Parsnip Planted In Satan’s Own Garden.” Said Will. He Glanced About. “i Don’t Suppose There’s A Dog I Could Feed It To.” “there Don’t Seem To Be Any Pets About,” Jem—who Loved All Animals, Even The Inglorious And Ill-tempered Church—observed. “probably All Poisoned By Parsnips,” Said Will.

Our Hearts, They Need A Mirror, Tessa. We See Our Better Selves In The Eyes Of Those Who Love Us. And There Is A Beauty That Brevity Alone Provides.” He Dropped His Gaze, Then Raised It To Hers. “i Would Give You Everything Of Myself,” He Said. “i Would Give You More In Two Weeks Than Most Men Would Give You In A Lifetime.