You're Sitting On My Bed," He Said.

I Am With You. I'm Not Going Anywhere." "is There Anything Special You Want To See? Paris? Budapest? The Leaning Tower Of Pisa?" Only If It Falls On Sebastian's Head, She Thought. "can We Travel To Idris? I Mean, I Guess, Can The Apartment Travel There?" "it Can't Get Past The Wards." His Hand Traced A Path Down Her Cheek. "you Know,i Really Missed You." "you Mean You Haven't Been Going On Romantic Dates With Sebastian While You've Been Away From Me?" "i Tried", Jace Said, "but No Matter How Liquored Up You Get Him , He Just Won't Put Out.

Were You Ever Actually Going To Leave New York, Or Were You Just Saying That To Get Her To Finally Make A Move?” “clary,” Said Luke, “i Am Shocked That You Would Suggest Such A Thing.

Wear That Scarf," He Said, Pointing To A Blue Cashmere Scarf Hanging On A Peg. "it Matches Your Eyes." Alec Looked At It. Suddenly He Was Filled With Hate - For The Scarf, For Magnus, And Most Of All For Himself. "don't Tell Me," He Said. "the Scarf's A Hundred Years Old, And It Was Given To You By Queen Victoria Right Before She Died, For Special Services To The Crown Or Something." Magnus Sat Up. "what's Gotten Into You?" Alec Stared At Him. "am I The Newest Thing In This Apartment?" "i Think That Honor Goes To Chairman Meow. He's Only Two." "i Said Newest, Not Youngest," Alec Snapped.

Jace Shook His Blond Head In Exasperation. "you Had To Make A Crazy Jail Friend, Didn't You? You Couldn't Just Count Ceiling Tiles Or Tame A Pet Mouse Like Normal Prisoners Do?

Simon Remembered A Rhyme His Mother Used To Recite To Him, About Magpies. You Were Supposed To Count Them And Say: One For Sorrow, Two For Mirth, Three For A Wedding, Four For A Birth, Five For Silver, Six For Gold, Seven For A Secret That's Never Been Told. "right," Simon Said. He Had Already Lost Count Of The Numbers Of Birds There Were. Seven, He Guessed. A Secret That's Never Been Told. Whatever That Was.