It Was A Bit Warm. Still. If

Jocelyn Recognized Reading As A Sacred Pastime And Usually Wouldn't Interrupt Clary In The Middle Of A Book, Even To Yell At Her.

They Belonged To Each Other Totally, And Always Would, And That Was That. But Maybe Everyone Felt That Way? Until The Moment They Realized They Were Just Like Everyone Else, And Everything They'd Thought Was Real Shattered Apart.

Life Is Full Of Risks. Death Is Much Simpler.

You Have A Dark Heart In You, Valentine's Daughter.

Light Like Thin Grey Soup Seeped Through The Windows. The Door Opened And Mrs. Dark Came In, Followed By Her Sister, Who Had No Head, Only The White Bone Of Her Spine Protruding From Her Raggedly Severed Neck.