Waiting For A Special Occasion To Kill

And When I Saw Him[my Father] Lying Dead In A Pool Of His Own Blood, I Knew Then That I Hadn't Stopped Believing In God. I'd Just Stopped Believing God Cared. There Might Be A God, Clary, And There Might Be Not. Either Way, We're On Our Own.

Dear God,” Said Will, Looking From Charlotte To Nate And Back Again. “is There Anything That Makes Women Sillier Than The Sight Of A Wounded Young Man?” Tessa Slitted Her Eyes At Him. “you Might Want To Clean The Rest Of The Blood Of Your Face Before You Continue Arguing In That Vein.” Will Threw His Arms Up In The Air And Stalked Off. Charlotte Looked At Tessa, A Half Smile Curving The Side Of Her Mouth. “i Must Say, I Rather Like The Way You Manage Will.” Tessa Shook Her Head. “no One Manages Will.

It's Simon, He's Missing." Ahh." Said Magnus Delicately "missing What Exactly?" Missing!" Jace Repeated "as In Gone, Absent, Notable For His Lack Of Presence, Disappeared

Yes, She's Bleeding To Death Upstairs, But I Thought I'd Avoid Telling You Right Away, Because I Like To Draw The Suspense Out.

He Made A Sound Like A Choked Laughed Before He Reached Out And Pulled Her Into Her Arms. She Was Aware Of Luke Watching Them From The Window, But She Shut Her Eyes Resolutely And Buried Her Face Against Jace's Shoulder. He Smelled Of Salt And Blood, And Only When His Mouth Came Close To Her Ear Did She Understand What He Was Saying, And It Was The Simplest Litany Of All: Her Name, Just Her Name.