Your Trusting Idiocy Knows No Bounds

Still I Pictured Having You For Fifty, Sixty More Years. I Thought I Might Be Ready Then To Let You Go. But It's You, And I Realize Now That I Won't Be Anymore Ready To Lose You Then Than I Am Right Now. Which Is Not At All.

Will's Face Turned Grave. "be Careful With It, Though. It's Six Hundred Years Old And The Only Copy Of Its Kind. Losing Or Damaging It Is Punishable By Death Under The Law." Tessa Thrust The Book Away From Her As If It Were On Fire. "you Can't Be Serious." "you're Right. I'm Not." Will Leapt Down From The Ladder And Landed Lightly In Front Of Her. "you Do Believe Everything I Say, Though, Don't You? Do I Seem Unusually Trustworthy To You, Or Are You Just A Naive Sort?

She Seemed Shy, Yet All Her Attention Was Focused On Magnus, As If He Were The Most Fascinating Thing She Had Ever Seen. There Was No Man Who Did Not Want To See Himself Reflected Like That In A Beautiful Girl's Eyes.

The Rich Bought Wonderful Clothes You Recognized. The Richest Had Their Pople Go To Paris And Buy The Entire New Collection That No One Outside Of The Fashion House Has Seen.

For A Split Second Longer She Stood Motionless. Then, Somehow, She Had Caught At The Front Of His Shirt And Pulled Him Toward Her. His Arms Went Around Her, Lifting Her Almost Out Of Her Sandals, And Then He Was Kissing Her—or She Was Kissing Him, She Wasn’t Sure, And It Didn’t Matter. The Feel Of His Mouth On Hers Was Electric; Her Hands Gripped His Arms, Pulling Him Hard Against Her. The Feel Of His Heart Pounding Through His Shirt Made Her Dizzy With Joy. No One Else’s Heart Beat Like Jace’s Did, Or Ever Could.