You're Not Gay, Are You?" Simon's Greenish

If You Were Half As Funny As You Think You Are, You'd Be Twice As Funny As You Are Now.

He Kissed Each Finger, And With Each One Of Them Spoken A Word. Five Kisses, Five Words. His Last.

He Had Lost Will Herondale. And He Did Not Know If He Could Ever Get Him Back.

Sometimes Minor Characters Are Based On People I Know, On Friends Of Mine. But I'm Not Writing A Thinly Veiled Version Of My Own Life.

He Grinned. It Was A Wicked Grin, The Kind That Made The Blood In Clary's Veins Run A Little Faster. "you Want To Go On A Date?" Caught Off Guard, She Stammered. "a Wh-what?" "a Date," Jace Repeated. "often 'a Boring Thing You Have To Memorize In History Class,' But In This Case, 'an Offering Of An Evening Of Blisteringly White-hot Romance With Yours Truly." "really?" Clary Was Not Sure What To Make Of This. "blisteringly White-hot?" "it's Me," Said Jace. "watching Me Play Scrabble Is Enough To Make Most Women Swoon. Imagine If I Actually Put In Some Effort.