I Keep Thinking About Blood, I Dream

Jace Whistled. "raphael Is Really Having An Exceptionally Bad Night." -jace, Pg.283-

The Dark Prince Sat Astride His Black Steed, His Sable Cape Flowing Behind Him. A Golden Circlet Bound His Blond Locks, His Handsome Face Was Cold With The Rage Of Battle, And... "and His Arm Looked Like An Eggplant," Clary Muttered To Herself In Exasperation.

We Don't Require Luck," Said Will, "we Have A Heavenly Mandate, After All. With God On Your Side, What Does Luck Matter?

It's Very Advanced Of You To Have Accepted My Mortality So Fatalistically.

Oh, Leave It,” Said Jem, Kicking Will, Not Without Affection, Lightly On The Ankle. “she’s Annexed My Plan!” “will,” Tessa Said Firmly. “do You Care More About The Plan Being Enacted Or About Getting Credit For It?” Will Pointed A Finger At Her. “that,” He Said. “the Second One.