What Are You?" "im A Shadowhunter.

Jem Leaned Closer Against The Chair, Staring Into The Fire. “better It Were My Hands,” He Said. Will Shook His Head. Exhaustion Was Muting The Edges Of Everything In The Room, Blurring The Flocked Wallpaper Into A Single Mass Of Dark Color. “no. Not Your Hands. You Need Your Hands For The Violin. What Do I Need Mine For?

He Was Will, In All His Perfect Imperfection; Will, Whose Heart Was As Easy To Break As It Was Carefully Guarded; Will, Who Loved Not Wisely But Entirely And With Everything He Had.

And The Answer Is Yes. I Have Loved You. I Always Have, And I Always Will.

Magic Is Dangerous- But Love Is More Dangerous Still

When We Return, I Will Put You Forward For Ascension,” Charlotte Finished. “i Will Speak Out For Her Case As Well,” Gideon Said. “after All, I Have My Father’s Place On The Council—his Friends Will Listen To Me; They Still Owe Loyalty To Our Family—and Besides, How Else Can We Be Married?” “what?” Said Gabriel With A Wild Hand Gesture That Accidentally Flipped The Nearest Plate Onto The Floor, Where It Shattered. “married?” Said Henry. “you’re Marrying Your Father’s Friends On The Council? Which Of Them?