Wherever We Are, We Are As One

Well, It Seems A Bit Silly, Looking There,” Said Will. “it’s Not Like Mortmain’s Going To Lodge A Complaint Against The Shadow-hunters Through Official Channels. ‘very Upset Shadowhunters Refused To All Die When I Wanted Them To. Demand Recompense. Please Mail Cheque To A. Mortmain, 18 Kensington Road—

Simon!” The Voice Was Clary’s. He Would Know It Anywhere. He Wondered If His Mind Was Conjuring It Up Now, A Sense Memory Of What He’d Most Loved During Life To Carry Him Through The Process Of Death. “simon, You Stupid Idiot! I’m Over Here! At The Window!” Simon Jumped To His Feet. He Doubted His Mind Would Conjure That Up.

Medium Clever,” Simon Acknowledged. “like A Cross Between George Clooney In Ocean’s Eleven And Those Mythbusters Guys, But, You Know, Better-looking.” “i’m Always So Glad I Have No Idea What You’re Vacantly Chattering About,” Said Jace. “it Fills Me With A Sense Of Peace And Well-being.

Tess?” A Soft Voice At The Door; She Looked Up And Saw Will There, Silhouetted In The Light From The Corridor.

Sometimes.. Love Just Ain't Enough- Luke Garroway To Clary