In The End That Was The Choice

They Say Time Heals All Wounds, But That Presumes The Source Of The Grief Is Finite

His Hands Slipped From His Throat, And He Crashed To The Ground Like A Tree Falling. "oh, Dear," Said Pangborn, Gazing At The Fallen Body Of His Comrade With Fastidious Distaste. "how Unpleasant.

I Wouldn't Call That An Instrument Of Music," Ragnor Observed Sourly. "an Instrument Of Torture, Perhaps.

Magnus's Eyes Went Back To Alec. They Were Gold-green, As Unreadable As The Eyes Of The Cat He Held On His Lap. "not My Favorite Topic, Smedley." "simon", Said Simon. "if I'm Going To Die For You All, The Least You Could Do Is Remember My Name.

I Should Have Warned Her About Your Habit Of Never Doing What You're Told." Jace Squinted At Her. "are Those Isabelle's Clothes? They Look Ridiculous On You." "i Could Point Out That You Burned My Clothes." -jace And Clary Pg. 63