Your Plans Are Suicidal. At Best.

She Threw The Door Open. The Room Seemed To Be A Sort Of Library, The Walls Lined With Books. It Was Brightly Lit, Light Streaming Through A Tall Picture Window. In The Middle Of The Room Stood Jace. He Wasn't Alone, Though-not By A Long Shot. There Was A Dark-haired Girl With Him, A Girl Clary Had Never Seen Before, And The Two Of Them Were Locked Together In A Passionate Embrace

I Am A Man, And Men Do Not Drink Pink Drinks. Now, Be Gone, Woman, And Fetch Me Something Brown." Jace Said. "brown?" Said Isabelle. "yes. Brown. It's A Manly Color. See? Alec Is Wearing It." Jace Said. "well, It Was Black But It Faded." Alec Said. "well, I Can Always Fix It Up With Something Sparkly," Magnus Said, Holding A Sparkley Headband. "resist The Urge, Alec, Resist The Urge." Simon Said.

Everyone Has Something They Can't Live Without.

But They Love Each Other," Clary Said, Appalled. "isn't That What Love Means? That You're Supposed To Be There For The Other Person To Turn To, No Matter What?" Luke Looked Toward The River, At The Dark Water Moving Slowly Under The Light Of The Autumn Moon. "sometimes, Clary," He Said, "love Just Isn't Enough.

For Five Years It Had Been His Absolute Truth. Jem And Will. Will And Jem. Will Herondale Lives, Therefore Jem Carstairs Lives Also.