Clary Found Herself Wondering If The Forsaken

You Are Home For Me Now." --jem To Tessa

His Fingers Skimmed Down Her Body, Over Skin And Satin, And She Shivered, Leaning Into Him, And She Was Sure They Both Tasted Like Blood And Ashes And Salt, But It Didn't Matter; The World, The City, And All It's Lights And Life Seemed To Have Narrowed Down To This, Just Her And Jace, The Burning Heart Of A Frozen World.

Hurry Up, Mundie Boy, We've Got Work To Do.

You Sound As If You Don't Mind What Happens To It," Said Tessa. "won't You Miss It Here? This Place Has Been Your Home." His Fingers Stroked Her Wrist Lightly, Making Her Shiver. "you Are Home For Me Now.

Wo Wei Ni Xie De,” He Said, As He Raised The Violin To His Left Shoulder, Tucking It Under His Chin. He Had Told Her Many Violinists Used A Shoulder Rest, But He Did Not: There Was A Slight Mark On The Side Of His Throat, Like A Permanent Bruise, Where The Violin Rested. “you — Made Something For Me?” Tessa Asked. “i Wrote Something For You,” He Corrected, With A Smile, And Began To Play.