Were You Ever Actually Going To Leave

What Is This?” He Went On Now, Spearing An Unfortunate Object On A Fork And Raising It To Eye Level. “this… This… Thing?” “a Parsnip?” Jem Suggested. “a Parsnip Planted In Satan’s Own Garden.” Said Will. He Glanced About. “i Don’t Suppose There’s A Dog I Could Feed It To.” “there Don’t Seem To Be Any Pets About,” Jem—who Loved All Animals, Even The Inglorious And Ill-tempered Church—observed. “probably All Poisoned By Parsnips,” Said Will.

Is That Why You Didn't Call Me? Because I'm An Idiot?

[...] He Tasted Like Snowflakes And Wine, Like Winter And Will And London.

Through Many Waters Borne, Brother, I Am Come To Thy Sad Grave, That I May Give These Last Gifts To The Dead. Forever And Ever, Brother, Hail. Forever And Ever, Farewell.

Is This The Part Where You Say If I Hurt Her, You'll Kill Me?" "no" Simon Said, "if You Hurt Clary She's Quite Capable Of Killing You Herself. Possibly With A Variety Of Weapons.