Not Everything Jace Did Was Insane And

I Keep Thinking About Blood, I Dream About It. Wake Up Thinking About It. Pretty Soon I'll Be Writing Morbid Emo Poetry About It.

Pointless, Needless Suffering And Pain? I Don’t Suppose It Would Help If I Told You That Was The Way Life Is. The Good Suffer, The Evil Flourish, And All That Is Mortal Passes Away.

Something Inside Clary Cracked And Broke, And Words Came Pouring Out. 'what Do You Want Me To Tell You? The Truth? The Truth Is That I Love Simon Like I Should Love You, And I Wish He Was My Brother And You Weren't, But I Can't Do Anything About That And Neither Can You!

There Was An Electric Anger In His Gaze, And A Sort Of Challenge That Made Simon Long To Hit Him With Something Heavy. Like A Pickup Truck.

I Have Important Business To Get To. I Plan To Sulk All Afternoon, Followed, Perhaps, By An Evening Of Byronic Brooding And A Nighttime Of Dissipation.