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I Think I Gave Alec A Complex About What Kind Of Fighter He Was, Just Because He Wanted To Live.

Black For Hunting Through The Night For Death And Mourning The Color's White Gold For A Bride In Her Wedding Gown And Red To Call The Enchantment Down White Silk When Our Bodies Burn Blue Banners When The Lost Return Flame For The Birth Of A Nephilim And To Wash Away Our Sins. Gray For The Knowledge Best Untold Bone For Those Who Don't Grow Old Saffron Lights The Victory March Green To Mend Our Broken Hearts Silver For The Demon Towers And Bronze To Summon Wicked Powers -shadowhunter Children's Rhyme

You Have Ruthlessness In Your Bones And Ice In Your Heart, Clarissa. Don't Tell Me Any Differently.

Jem Leaned Closer Against The Chair, Staring Into The Fire. “better It Were My Hands,” He Said. Will Shook His Head. Exhaustion Was Muting The Edges Of Everything In The Room, Blurring The Flocked Wallpaper Into A Single Mass Of Dark Color. “no. Not Your Hands. You Need Your Hands For The Violin. What Do I Need Mine For?

If You Do Not Help Me," Tessa Said To Jem, "i Swear, I Will Change Into You, And I Will Lift Him Myself. And Then Everyone Here Will See What You Look Like In A Dress." She Fixed Him With A Look. "do You Understand?