I Love You, Clary Wanted To Say.

He Put His Arms About Himself As If He Were Cold. "i Do Not Know Who To Be Without Him.

I Think He's Jealous.

Beautiful. He'd Called Her Beautiful. Nobody Had Ever Called Her That Before, Except Her Mother, Which Didn't Count. Mothers Were Required To Think You Were Beautiful.

And Then She Said Nothing Else, For Henry Put His Arms Around Her And Kissed Her. Kissed Her In Such A Way That She No Longer Felt Plain, Or Conscious Of Her Hair Or The Ink Spot On Her Dress Or Anything But Henry, Whom She Had Always Loved. Tears Welled Up And Spilled Down Her Cheeks, And When He Drew Away, He Touched Her Wet Face Wonderingly. "really," He Said. "you Love Me, Too, Lottie?

Wanderlust Is Not Unheard Of In Our Kind; It Comes Upon Us Now And Then. When You Can Live Forever, Staying In One Place Can Come To Seem A Dull Prison After Many, Many Years.