Tessa Is Gone, And Every Moment She

Don't Make It Sound Like That. Like Some Ordinary Sort Of Grief. It's Not Like That. They Say Time Heals All Wounds, But That Presumes The Source Of The Grief Is Finite. Over. This Is A Fresh Wound Every Day.

Aren't You, Uh... Reproducing? "sure, We Love Reproducing It's One Of Our Favorite Things.

There Was A Brief Pause For Them To Evaluate The Full Horror Of The Situation. Magnus. Personally, Was In Horror Up To His Elbows.

She Opened Her Mouth To Answer, But He Was Already Kissing Her. She Had Kissed Him So Many Times—soft Gentle Kisses, Hard And Desperate Ones, Brief Brushes Of The Lips That Said Good-bye, And Kisses That Seemed To Go On For Hours—and This Was No Different. The Way The Memory Of Someone Who Had Once Lived In A House Might Linger Even After They Were Gone, Like A Sort Of Psychic Imprint, Her Body Remembered Jace. Remembered The Way He Tasted, The Slant Of His Mouth Over Hers, His Scars Under Her Fingers, The Shape Of His Body Under Her Hands.

We Are One Now, Little Brother, You And I," Sebastian Said. "we Are One.