Go In Peace, James Carstairs.

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.

She Made A Snorting Noise, Astonishingly Human For A Ghost. " I'ardly Like To Tell You This, Nephilim, But If You Want A Girl To 'ate You, There's Easy Enough Ways Of Making It 'appen. You Don't Need My Help With The Poor Thing." And With That, She Vanished, Spinning Away Into The Mists Among The Graves. Will, Looking After Her, Sighed. "not For Her," He Said, Under His Breath, Though There Was No One To Hear Him, "for Me..." And He Leaned His Head Against The Cold Iron Gate.

I Belong To You. You Could Do Anything You Wanted With Me And I Would Let You. You Could Ask Anything Of Me And I'd Break Myself Trying To Make You Happy. My Heart Tells Me This Is The Best And Greatest Feeling I Have Ever Had.

To My Son, If You Are Reading This Letter, Then I Am Dead.

Even If You Haven't Had The Exclusivity Conversation, They're Still Going To Be Mad If They Find Out You're Dating Someone They Know And You Haven't Mentioned It. It's A Dating Rule." "well, How Am I Supposed To Know That Rule?" "everyone Knows That Rule." "i Thought You Were Supposed To Be On My Side." "i Am On Your Side!