The Truth Is That I Love Simon

Picture This," Said Magnus. "me With A Little Monkey Friend. I Could Teach Him Tricks. I Could Dress Him In A Cunning Jacket. He Could Look Just Like Me! But More Monkey-shaped.

That Was What Humans Did: They Left On Another Messages Through Time, Pressed Between Pages Or Carved Into Rock. Like Reaching Out A Hand Through Time, And Trusting In A Phantom Hoped-for Hand To Catch Yours. Humans Did Not Last Forever. They Could Only Hope What They Made Would Endure.

She Saw Valentine's Eyes As The Sword Hurtled Toward Her; It Seemed Like Eons, Though It Could Only Have Been A Split Second. She Saw That He Could Stop The Blow If He Wanted. Saw That He Knew It Might Well Strike Her If He Didn't. Saw That He Was Going To Do It Anyway.

White For Shadowhunters Is The Color Of Funerals," Luke Explained. “ But For Mundanes, Jace, It’ S The Color Of Weddings. Brides Wear White To Symbolize Their Purity.” “i Thought Jocelyn Said Her Dress Wasn’t White,” Simon Said. “well,” Said Jace, “i Suppose That Ship Has Sailed.” Luke Choked On His Coffee.

As It Turned Out, Everyone Wanted A Doughnut. Jace Wanted Two.