The Girl Behind The Scrawled Letters. I

Are You In Fashion? You Look Like You're In Fashion." "no," [magnus] Said. "i Am Fashion.

It's Not Like A Stab Wound You Can Protect Me From. It's Like A Million Little Paper Cuts Every Day.

Gold To Airy Thinness Beat.

Some People Value Sentiments Over Diamonds.

Clary," He Whispered. There Was A Thump, And She Realized He Had Fallen To His Kees By The Side Of Her Bed. She Didn't Move, But Her Body Tightened. His Voice Was A Whisper. "clary, It's Me. It's Me.