Clary,” Jocelyn Said. “i Want You To

As Luke Knelt Down Beside His Corpse, Clary Couldn’t Help But Remember What He Had Said About Having Loved Valentine Once, About Having Been His Closest Friend. Luke, She Thought With A Pang. Surely He Couldn’t Be Sad — Or Even Grieved? But Then Again, Perhaps Everyone Should Have Someone To Grieve For Them, And There Was No One Else To Grieve For Valentine.

The Will I Fell In Love With, She Almost Said."and Be Will," She Finished Instead. "or I Shall Hit You With My Umbrella.

The Dark Prince Sat Astride His Black Steed, His Sable Cape Flowing Behind Him. A Golden Circlet Bound His Blond Locks, His Handsome Face Was Cold With The Rage Of Battle, And... "and His Arm Looked Like An Eggplant," Clary Muttered To Herself In Exasperation.

But That Was Isabelle — If There Was A Boy Around And Blame That Needed To Be Pinned On Someone, Isabelle Would Pin It On Him

We Are Ever Capable Of Change And Ever Capable Of Being Our Better Selves