No Wonder You And Jace Like Each

Jace Flushed A Slow, Dark Red. "it's Not Like That. If I Thought It Would Help The Clave-but It Won't. She'll Just Get Hurt-" "even If You Thought It Would Help The Clave", Simon Said, "you'd Never Let Them Have Her." "what Makes You Say That, Vampire?" "because No One Can Have Her But You"said Simon

Forsooth, I No Longer Toil In Vain, To Prove That Demon Pox Warps The Brain. So Though 'ti Pity, It's Not In Vain That The Pox-ridden Worm Was Slain: For To Believe In Me, You All Must Deign.

Something In Him Was Broken, And Through That Break Spilled A Blind Cruelty, A Need To Hurt And To Push Away

Drowning Yourself Won't Help, She Told Herself Sternly. Now, Drowning Will, On The Other Hand.

He Took Her By The Shoulders And Pulled Her Closer To Him, His Fingers Knotting In The Fabric Of Her Dress. Even More Than In The Attic, She Felt Caught In The Eddy Of A Powerful Wave That Threatened To Pull Her Over And Under, To Crush And Break Her, To Wear Her Down To Softness As The Sea Might Wear Down A Piece Of Glass.