Words Were Weapons, His Father Had Taught

I Think You'll Find That One Would Be Self-defeating." Jace Said Lightly Shoving His Feet Into His Boots. "we Are Bound, He And I. Cut Him And I Bleed.

Don't Make It Sound Like That. Like Some Ordinary Sort Of Grief. It's Not Like That. They Say Time Heals All Wounds, But That Presumes The Source Of The Grief Is Finite. Over. This Is A Fresh Wound Every Day.

She Looked Up At Him With A Smile. The Smile Broke What Was Left Of His Resistance--shattered It. He Had Let The Walls Down When He'd Thought She Was Gone, And There Was No Time To Build Them Back 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.

There Is That. I Might Have Better Luck Telling Him I’m In Love With Him. Jace Thinks Everyone’s In Love With Him Anyway.” “but I,” Said Clary, “actually Am.