Books Are For Reading, Not For Turning

I Love Round Tables. They Suit Me So Much Better Than A Square.

With Their Hands Clasped Like Children In A Fairy Tale, She Fell Asleep Beside Him In The Dark.

I Would Have Thought Even A Certified Idiot Like Gabriel Here Would Have Taken Account Of It And Notified Someone." "notified Who?" Asked Jem, Not Unreasonably. He Had Moved Closer To Tessa As The Conversation Had Continued. As They Stood Side By Side, The Backs Of Their Hands Brushed. "the Clave. The Postman. Us. Anyone," Said Will, Shooting An Irritated Look At Gabriel, Who Was Starting To Get Some Color Back And Looked Furious. "i Am Not A Certified Idiot—" "lack Of Certification Hardly Proves Intelligence," Will Muttered.

It Didn’t Matter, Anyway. There Was Only One Thing She Could Ask For, In The End, Only One Real Choice. She Raised Her Eyes To The Angel’s. "jace," She Said.

I Think," Jace Said, "that You Don't Want To Tell Your Secrets, So You Decided To Break Up With Alec Because...