Every Heart Has Its Own Melody.

She Gritted Her Teeth. She Was Here With Sebastian, On Her Way To See A Powerful Warlock, And Mentally She Was Maundering On About The Way Jace Smelled.

Go To Faeries For Gossip About Vampires, To Werewolves For Gossip About Faeries, And Do Not Gossip About Werewolves, Because They Try To Bite Your Face Off: That Was Magnus's Motto.

Sebastian Sighed An Exaggerated Sigh And Swung The Door Shut. Clary Stared At Jace. "what The F-" "language, Fray." Jace's Eyes Danced. "relax.

Will Only Looked At Her. There Had Been Light In His Eyes On The Stairs, As He'd Locked The Door, When He'd Kissed Her--a Brilliant, Joyous Light. And It Was Going Now, Fading Like The Last Breath Of Someone Dying. She Thought Of Nate, Bleeding To Death In Her Arms. She Had Been Powerless Then, To Help Him. As She Was Now. She Felt As If She Were Watching The Life Bleed Out Of Will Herondale, And There Was Nothing She Could Do To Stop It.

You Couldn't Change The Past. You Could Only Go Forward