You Can't Raise A Child To Believe

Okay. I've Got A Good One." Simon Stroked Isabelle's Hair Feeling Her Lashes Flutter Against His Neck As She Closed Her Eyes. "a Long Time Ago, In A Galaxy Far, Far Away.

He's A Cousin Of Some Friends Of The Lightwoods Or Something. He's Nice. I Promise." "nice, Bah. He's Gorgeous." Magnus Gazed Dreamily In His Direction. "you Should Leave Him Here. I Could Hang Hats On Him And Things." "no. You Can't Have Him." "why Not? Do You Like Him?" Magnus's Eyes Gleamed. "he Seems To Like You. I Saw Him Going For Your Hand Out There Like A Squirrel Diving For A Peanut.

I Know," He Said, Looking Down At Himself Self-consciously. "i Am Not-i Mean, I Look-" "beautiful," She Said, And She Meant It. "you Look Beautiful, James Carstairs.

Keep Up," Said An Irritable Voice In Her Ear. It Was Jace, Who Had Dropped Back To Walk Beside Her. "i Don't Want To Have To Keep Looking Behind Me To Make Sure Nothing's Happened To You." "so Don't Bother." "last Time I Left You Alone, A Demon Attacked You," He Pointed Out. "well, I'd Certainly Hate To Interrupt Your Pleasant Night Stroll With My Sudden Death." He Blinked. "there Is A Fine Line Between Sarcasm And Outright Hostility, And You Seem To Have Crossed It.

Good. Because I Don't Need Protecting." "i Knew You'd Say That.but The Thing Is, Sometimes You Do. And Sometimes I Do. We're Meant To Protect Each Other, But Not From Everything. Not From The Truth. That's What It Means To Love Someone But Let Them Be Themselves.