Hope Is Not An Illusion.

Will Bounded Up Onto One Of The Ladders And Yanked A Book Off The Shelf. "i'll Find You Something Else To Read. Catch." He Had Let It Fall Without Looking And Tessa Had To Dart Forward To Seize It Before It Hit The Floor. - Clockwork Angel

So I Lied To You Last Night. I Said That I Just Wanted One Night With You. But I Want Every Night With You.

It Was Dark In The Alcove, So Dark That Jace Was Only An Outline Of Shadows And Gold. His Body Pinned Clary's To The Wall. His Hands Slid Down Along Her Body And Reached The End Of Her Dress, Drawing It Up Along Her Legs. "what Are You Doing?" She Whispered. "jace?" He Looked At Her. The Peculiar Light In The Club Turned His Eyes An Array Of Fractured Colors. His Smile Was Wicked. "you Can Tell Me To Stop Whenever You Want," He Said. "but You Won't.

Appearances Are Significant, And Never More Than In Politics. You Can Always Sway The Crowd, Provided You Have A Good Story.

Jace, Clary Thought, Was The Sort Of Person Who Liked It When Things Were Happening, Even Things That Were Bad