Every Heart Has Its Own Melody.

He Seemed To Realize She Was Staring At Him, Because The Cursing Stopped. "you Cut Me," He Said. His Voice Was Pleasant. British. Very Ordinary. He Looked At His Hand With Critcal Interest. "it Might Be Fatal." Tessa Looked At Him With Wide Eyes. "are You The Magister?" He Tilted His Hand To The Side. Blood Ran Down It, Spattering The Floor. "dear Me, Massive Blood Loss. Death Could Be Imminent.

You Know, When Most Girls Say They Want A Big Rock, They Don't Mean, You Know, Literally A Big Rock. -clary Fray To Jace Wayland

I Didn't Know," He Said. "i Didn't Know You Needed Me." Her Voice Shook. "i Always Need You

Jace, On The Other Hand, Looked Like The Sort Of Boy Who'd Come Over To Your House And Burn It Down For Kicks.

"jace?" She Offered Him The Glass. "i Am A Man," He Told Her. "and Men Do Not Consume Pink Beverages. Get Thee Gone, Woman And Bring Me Something Brown." "brown?" Isabelle Made A Face. "brown Is A Manly Colour," Said Jace And Yanked On A Stray Lock Of Isabelle's Hair With His Free Hand. "in Fact, Look - Alec Is Wearing It." Alec Looked Mournfully Down At His Sweater. "it Was Black," He Said. "but Then It Faded." "you Could Dress It Up With A Sequined Headband," Magnus Suggested.