Hope Is Not An Illusion.

Clary Screamed Out Loud As He Fell Like A Stone- And Landed Lightly On His Feet Just In Front Of Her. Clary Stared With Her Mouth Open As He Rose Up Out Of A Shallow Crouch And Grinned At Her. "if I Made A Joke About Just Dropping In," He Said, "would You Write Me Off As A Cliché?

He Looked At Her Levelly. There Was Something In His Eyes, A Sort Of Quizzical Admiration; She Wondered If It Was Simply Admiration Of Jessamine’s Looks. “no,” He Said. “no, Even Though You Are The Perfect Picture Of Jessamine, I Can See Tessa Through It Somehow As If, If I Were To Scrape Away A Layer Of Paint, There Would Be My Tessa Underneath.” “i Am Not Your Tessa Either.” The Light Sparkling In His Eyes Dimmed. “fair Enough,” He Said. “i Suppose You Are Not.

You Might Want To Get Up," He Said. "everyone Will Be Here Quite Soon To Rescue You, And You May Prefer To Have Clothes On When They Arrive." He Shrugged. "i Would, At Any Rate, But Then, I Am Well Known To Be Remarkably Shy.

We Needn't Talk About Tessa If You Don't Want To, You Know." "it's Not Tessa." This Was True. Will Hadn't Been Thinking Of Tessa. He Was Getting Good At Not Thinking About Her, Really; All It Took Was Determination And Practice.

I Am Stronger When Tessa Is Here, You See. I Told It To You," Said Jem, Still In The Same Soft Voice. At That, Will Did Duck His Head So That Tessa Could Not See His Eyes. "i See It," He Said.