Whatever The Clave Was Discussing, The Council

Time Was Like The Rain, Glittering As It Fell, Changing The World, But Something That Could Also Be Taken For Granted. Until You Love A Mortal. Then Time Became Gold In A Miser's Hands, Every Bright Year Counted Out Carefully, Infinitely Precious, And Each One Slipping Through You Fingers. Cassandra Clare: What Really Happened In Peru

Hope Is Not An Illusion.

It Doesn't Hurt." "but My Eyes Do," Said A Coolly Amused Voice From The Doorway. Jace. He Had Come In So Quietly That Even Simon Hadn't Heard Him; Closing The Door Behind Him, He Grinned As Isabelle Pulled Simon's Shirt Down. "molesting The Vampire While He's Too Weak To Fight Back, Iz?" He Asked. "i'm Pretty Sure That Violates At Least One Of The Accords." "i'm Just Showing Him Where He Got Stabbed," Isabelle Protested, But She Scooted Back To Her Chair With A Certain Amount Of Haste.

You Always Find The Right Quote, Or The Right Thing To Say To Make Me Believe You Love Me.

Light Like Thin Grey Soup Seeped Through The Windows. The Door Opened And Mrs. Dark Came In, Followed By Her Sister, Who Had No Head, Only The White Bone Of Her Spine Protruding From Her Raggedly Severed Neck.