Despite Everything, I Can’t Bear The Thought

She Glanced Down And Saw That A Glove Of Blood Covered Her Lower Arm From The Elbow To The Wrist. The Arm Was Throbbing, Stiff, And Painful. "is This When You Start Tearing Strips Off Your T-shirt To Bind Up My Wound?" She Joked. She Hated The Sight Of Blood, Especially Her Own. "if You Wanted Me To Rip My Clothes Off, You Should Have Just Asked." He Dug Into His Pocket And Brought Out His Stele. "it Would Have Been A Lot Less Painful.

I Know You Feel Inhuman, And As If You Are Set Apart, Away From Life And Love, But... I Promise You, The Right Man Won't Care.

Clary Screamed Out Loud As He Fell Like A Stone- And Landed Lightly On His Feet Just In Front Of Her. Clary Stared With Her Mouth Open As He Rose Up Out Of A Shallow Crouch And Grinned At Her. "if I Made A Joke About Just Dropping In," He Said, "would You Write Me Off As A Cliché?

You Must Behave As If Return Is Certain, Not A Matter Of Chance", Jem Said.

Isabella With Her Whip And Boots And Knives Would Chop Anyone Who Tried To Pen Her Up In A Tower Into Pieces, Build A Bridge Out Of The Remains, And Walk Carelessly To Freedom, Her Hair Looking Fabulous The Entire Time.