I Want To Kiss You One More

Jordan Doesn't Really Care About The Blood," Simon Said Now. "his Whole Thing Is About Me Being Comfortable With What I Am. Get In Touch With Your Inner Vampire, Blah, Blah." Clary Slid In Next To Him Onto The Bed And Hugged A Pillow. "is Your Inner Vampire Different From Your...outer Vampire?" "definitely. He Wants Me To Wear Midriff-baring Shirts And A Fedora. I'm Fighting It." Clary Smiled Faintly. "so Your Inner Vampire Is Magnus?

By The Time Alec Came Back Into The Training Room, Jace Was Lying On The Floor, Envisioning Lines Of Dancing Girls In An Effort To Ignore The Pain In His Wrists. It Wasn’t Working. ~pg. 317~

He Put His Arms About Himself As If He Were Cold. "i Do Not Know Who To Be Without Him.

The Way Magnus’ Breath Had Sounded, Rattling In His Chest, Before He’d Said His Father’s Name.

Dead Bodies Didn't Resemble Unconscious Ones; It Was As If You Could Sense That Something Had Fled From Them, That Some Essential Spark Was Now Missing.