The World Is A Wheel. When We

To My Son, If You Are Reading This Letter, Then I Am Dead.

He Wants Her In His Bedroom. And Not In That Way — No Girl Has Ever Been In His Bedroom That Way. It Is His Private Space, His Sanctuary. But He Wants Clary There. He Wants Her To See Him, The Reality Of Him, Not The Image He Shows The World. He Wants To Lie Down On The Bed With Her And Have Her Curl Into Him. He Wants To Hold Her As She Breathes Softly Through The Night; To See Her As No One Else Sees Her: Vulnerable And Asleep. To See Her And To Be Seen.

No," Jace Agreed. "we Don't Fly. We Break And Enter.

Simon Shook His Head."look,do You Know What You Want To Eat,or Do You Just Want Me To Keep Pushing This Cart Up And Down Aisles Because It Amuses You?" "that And I'm Not Really Familiar With What They Sell In Mundane Grocery Stores.maryse Usually Cooks Or We Order In Food."said Jace

You're Not Going," He Said As Soon As She'd Finished. "if I Have To Tie You Up And Sit On You Until This Insane Whim Of Yours Passes, You Are Not Going To Idris." - Jace