Don't You Hate It? Not Ever Saying

She Closed Her Hands Around His And Shut Her Eyes, Imagining Their Bed Cut Free Of This Strange Prison, Floating Through Space Or On The Surface Of The Ocean, Just The Two Of Them Alone.

What If Everything You Believe Is Wrong And You Could Still Be Loved And Still Be Forgiven?

Suddenly Reminded, She Clapped A Hand Over Her Mouth. "oh- Simon!" "no, I'm Jace," He Said Patiently. "simon Is The Weaselly Little One With The Bad Haircut And Dismal Fashion Sense.

It's Not Gray," Clary Felt Compelled To Point Out. "it's Green." "if There Was Such A Thing As Terminal Literalism, You'd Have Died In Childhood," Said Jace.

When I Am In The Darkness, I Want To Think Of It In The Light, With You," He Said, And Straightened, And Turned To Walk Toward The Door. The Parchment Robes Of The Silent Brothers Moved Around Him As He Moved, And Tessa Watched Him, Paralyzed, Every Pulse Of Her Heart Beating Out The Words She Could Not Say: Good-bye. Good-bye. Good-bye.