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...in Paris She Found Magnus, Who Was Living In A Garret Apartment And Paiting, An Occupation For Which He Had No Aptitude Whatsoever. He Let Her Sleep On A Mattress By The Window, And In The Night, When She Woke Up Screaming For Will, He Came And Put His Arms Around Her, Smelling Of Turpentine. "the First One Is Always The Hardest," He Said. "the First?" "the First One You Love Who Dies," He Said. "it Gets Easier, After.

I Figured All Your Classes Were Stuff Like Slaughter 101 And Beheading For Beginners." Jace Flipped A Page. "very Funny, Fray.

I'm All Right,' Jace Protested, But His Hand Gripped Alec's Sleeve Tightly. 'i Can Stand.' It Looks To Me Like You're Using A Wall To Prop You Up. That's Not My Definition Of "standing."' It's Leaning,' Jace Told Him. 'leaning Comes Right Before Standing.

I Feel Myself Dissolving, Vanishing Into Nothingness, For If There Is No One In The World Who Cares For You, Do You Really Exist At All?

Will Remembered The Two Of Them, Running Through The Dark Streets Of London, Jumping From Rooftop To Rooftop, Seraph Blades Gleaming In Their Hands; Hours In The Training Room, Shoving Each Other Into Mud Puddles, Throwing Snowballs At Jessamine From Behind An Ice Fort In The Courtyard, Asleep Like Puppies On The Rug In Front Of The Fire.