They Were Frightening Enough, But Tessa Could

He Would Look So Young. They Were Both So Young. Tessa Knew It Was Unusual To Marry At Seventeen And Eighteen, But They Were Racing A Clock. The Clock Of Jem's Life, Before It Wound Down.

You Must Behave As If Return Is Certain, Not A Matter Of Chance", Jem Said.

You're Gorgeous," She Said. Her Hands Slid Around To Flatten Themselves Against His Chest. "you Know That Right?" "and I Just Don't Care," She Says "isabelle, I Don't Think-wait, What?

Simon: 'you Know Men. We Have Delicate Egos.' Clary: 'i Wouldn't Describe Jace's Ego As Delicate.' Simon: 'no, Jace's Is Sort Of The Antiaircraft Artillery Tank Of Male Egos.

Jem Leaned Closer Against The Chair, Staring Into The Fire. “better It Were My Hands,” He Said. Will Shook His Head. Exhaustion Was Muting The Edges Of Everything In The Room, Blurring The Flocked Wallpaper Into A Single Mass Of Dark Color. “no. Not Your Hands. You Need Your Hands For The Violin. What Do I Need Mine For?