God Knows We’re All Drawn To What’s

Did You Just Kiss Me?" Will Inquired. Magnus Made A Slip-second Decision. "no." "i Thought-" "on Occasion The Aftereffects Of The Painkilling Spells Can Result In Hallucinations Of The Most Bizarre Sort." "oh," Will Said. "how Peculiar.

It Was Dark In The Alcove, So Dark That Jace Was Only An Outline Of Shadows And Gold. His Body Pinned Clary's To The Wall. His Hands Slid Down Along Her Body And Reached The End Of Her Dress, Drawing It Up Along Her Legs. "what Are You Doing?" She Whispered. "jace?" He Looked At Her. The Peculiar Light In The Club Turned His Eyes An Array Of Fractured Colors. His Smile Was Wicked. "you Can Tell Me To Stop Whenever You Want," He Said. "but You Won't.

When I Was A Little Kid, I Realized That If You Say Any Word Over And Over Fast Enough, It Loses All It's Meaning.

How Can You Tell? That I Like Books, I Mean. The Look On Your Face When You Walked In, Somehow I Doubted You Were That Impressed By Me.

You Don't Need To Worry, Though. He's Not My Type." "i Don't Think I've Ever Heard A Girl Say That Before," Said Simon. "i Thought Jace Was The Kind Of Guy Who Was Everyone's Type.