It Was Stupid To Hope, She Knew.

He Seemed To Realize She Was Staring At Him, Because The Cursing Stopped. "you Cut Me," He Said. His Voice Was Pleasant. British. Very Ordinary. He Looked At His Hand With Critcal Interest. "it Might Be Fatal." Tessa Looked At Him With Wide Eyes. "are You The Magister?" He Tilted His Hand To The Side. Blood Ran Down It, Spattering The Floor. "dear Me, Massive Blood Loss. Death Could Be Imminent.

We Cant Go Around Picking Up Every Pile Of Dust In The Place Just In Case It Turns Out To Be Gregor In The Morning." -pg.242-

But It Was Mortality That Made Them What They Were, The Flame That Blazed Brighter For It's Flickering

The Nephilim - The Bogeyman For Monsters, And All Those Who Could Be Monsters.

Alec Watched Them Through The Half-open Door, Jace Leaned Against The Sink As His Adoptive Sister Sponged His Wrists And Wrapped Them In A White Gauze. “okay, Now Take Off Your Shirt.” (isabelle) “i Knew There Was Something In This For You.” (jace) ~pg. 329~