Tessa Knows Will,” Protested Charlotte. “she Trusts

He Was Standing Leaning Against The Door Frame; Now He Stood Up Straight. "how Should I Have Kissed You? Is There An Other Way You Like It?

Magnus Stood Up And Went To The Window. He Pushed The Curtain Back, Letting In Just Enough Light To Silhouette His Hawklike Profile. "blood," He Said, Half To Himself. "i Had A Dream Two Nights Ago. I Saw A City All Of Blood, With Towers Made Of Bone, And Blood Ran In The Streets Like Water." Simon Slewed His Eyes Over To Jace. "is Standing By The Window Muttering About Blood Something He Does All The Time?" "no," Said Jace, "sometimes He Sits On The Couch And Does It.

It Doesn't Matter How Many Times You Say It. It'll Still Be True.' 'and It Doesn't Matter What You Won't Let Me Say, That'll Still Be True Too.

Magnus Didn't Really Want This Kind Of Thing This Early In The Morning - This Talk Of Aching Memories And Wanting To Forget. This Conversation Needed To End, Now.

Magnus Looked At Her Meditatively. 'i Think,' He Said, 'there Isn't Much That Jace Wouldn't Do For You, If You Asked Him.' Clary Opened Her Mouth And Then Shut It Again. She Thought Of The Way Magnus Had Always Seemed To Know How Alec Felt About Jace, How Simon Felt About Her. Her Feelings For Jace Must Be Written On Her Face Even Now, And Magnus Was An Expert Reader. She Glanced Away.