Poor You, You Have Two Cute Girls

He Found Himself Wanting To Write Poetry About How Her Blue Eyes Were Like Starlight And Her Hair Like Night, Because "night" And "starlight" Rhymed, But He Had A Feeling The Poem Wouldn't Turn Out That Well.

Is This One Of Those Days Where We All Stalk Out In Fury? Because I Simply Haven't Got The Energy For It.

They Were Frightening Enough, But Tessa Could Not Help But Feel That If Will Were There, He Would Have Commented That They Looked Like Turnips, And Perhaps Made Up A Song About It.

It's Always Better To Live The Truth Than To Live A Lie.

Luke Moved As Silently As Fog, While Maryse's Heels Sounded Like Gunshots On The Marble Floor. Clary Wondered If Isabelle's Propensity For Unsuitable Footwear Was Genetic.