With Jace, You Don't Really Get To

Simon Remembered A Rhyme His Mother Used To Recite To Him, About Magpies. You Were Supposed To Count Them And Say: One For Sorrow, Two For Mirth, Three For A Wedding, Four For A Birth, Five For Silver, Six For Gold, Seven For A Secret That's Never Been Told. "right," Simon Said. He Had Already Lost Count Of The Numbers Of Birds There Were. Seven, He Guessed. A Secret That's Never Been Told. Whatever That Was.

Magnus Raised His Hands Above His Head And Clapped Once. The Room Flooded With Light. "you See? You Think That Would Be Possible Without Magic? "actually," Replied Simon, "it Is. If You Watched Infomercials You'd Know That.

Alec," Magnus Said. He Put A Hand On His Boyfriend’s Shoulder; Alec Was Standing Still, Staring Angrily At The Floor. "are You Okay?" Alec Looked At Him. "who Are You Again?" Magnus Gave A Little Gasp; He Looked — For The First Time Simon Could Remember — Actually Unnerved. It Lasted Only A Moment, But It Was There. "alexander," He Said. "too Soon To Joke About The Happy Memory Thing, I Take It," Alec Said.

Being Remembered, And Remembered So Kindly, Touched Him More Than He Would Have Thought Possible.

"do You Remember Back At The Hotel When You Promised That If We Lived, You’d Get Dressed Up In A Nurse’s Outfit And Give Me A Sponge Bath?" "actually, I Think You Misheard," Clary Said. "it Was Simon Who Promised You The Sponge Bath." "as Soon As I’m Back On My Feet, Handsome," "i Knew We Should Have Left You A Rat," Said Jace.