You Are Just Jealous," Magnus Remarked Calmly.

Will Only Looked At Her. There Had Been Light In His Eyes On The Stairs, As He'd Locked The Door, When He'd Kissed Her--a Brilliant, Joyous Light. And It Was Going Now, Fading Like The Last Breath Of Someone Dying. She Thought Of Nate, Bleeding To Death In Her Arms. She Had Been Powerless Then, To Help Him. As She Was Now. She Felt As If She Were Watching The Life Bleed Out Of Will Herondale, And There Was Nothing She Could Do To Stop It.

Don't." Clary Raised A Warning Hand. "i'm Not Really In The Mood Right Now." "that's Got To Be The First Time A Girl's Ever Said That To Me," Jace Mused.

In Future, Clarissa," He Said, "it Might Be Wise To Mention That You Already Have A Man In Your Bed, To Avoid Such Tedious Situations." You Invited Him Into Bed?" Simon Demanded, Looking Shaken. Ridiculous, Isn't It?" Said Jace. "we Would Never Have All Fit.

Tessa Was Laying On Her Side, Her Brown Hair Spread Over The Pillow, Watching Will, Whose Face Was Bent Over The Pages, With A Look Of Tenderness In Her Eyes, A Tenderness Mirrored In The Softness Of Will's Voice As He Read.

I Keep Thinking About Blood, I Dream About It. Wake Up Thinking About It. Pretty Soon I'll Be Writing Morbid Emo Poetry About It.