What's The Point In Wasting A Perfectly

You Couldnt Erase Everything That Caused You Pain With Recollection.every Memory Was Valuable; Even The Bad Ones

Hey, Pretty Thing," He Said. "what's In The Bag?" "holy Water," Said Jace, Reappearing Beside Her As If He'd Been Conjured Up Like A Genie. A Sarcastic Blond Genie With A Bad Attitude. "oooh, A Shadowhunter," Said The Vampire. "scary." With A Wink He Melted Back Into The Crowd. "vampires Are Such Prima Donnas," Magnus Sighed From The Doorway. "honestly, I Don't Know Why I Have These Parties." "because Of Your Cat," Clary Reminded Him. Magnus Perked Up. "that's True. Chairman Meow Deserves My Every Effort.

Is This The Part Where You Start Tearing Off Strips Of Your Shirt To Bind My Wounds?" "if You Wanted Me To Rip My Clothes Off, You Should Have Just Asked.

She'd Always Had Such Contempt For Mundanes, The Way All Shadowhunters Did--she'd Believed That They Were Soft, Stupid, Sheeplike In Their Complacency. Now She Wondered If All That Hatred Didn't Just Stem From The Fact That She Was Jealous. It Must Be Nice Not Worrying That Every Time One Of Your Family Members Walked Out The Door, They'd Never Come Back.

You Want This?" His Voice Was Hoarse. "yes," She Said. "do You?" His Finger Traced The Outline Of Her Mouth. "for This I Would Have Been Damned Forever. For This I Would Have Given Up Everything." She Felt The Burn Behind Her Eyes, The Pressure Of Tears, And Blinked Wet Eyelashes. "will ..." "dw I'n Dy Garu Di Am Byth," He Said. "i Love You. Always." And He Moved To Cover Her Body With His Own.