He Put His Arms About Himself As

Hugo Is A Raven,and, As Such He Knows Many Things. I, Meanwhile, Am Hodge Starkweathe, A Professor Of History, As Such, I Do Not Know Nearly Enough.

Mom. I Have Something To Tell You. I’m Undead. Now, I Know You May Have Some Preconceived Notions About The Undead. I Know You May Not Be Comfortable With The Idea Of Me Being Undead. But I’m Here To Tell You That Undead Are Just Like You And Me … Well, Okay. Possibly More Like Me Than You.

It’s Like A Cotillion, This Partners Business, Except With Killing.” “so, Exactly Like A Cotillion,” Said Simon.

Tessa Had Begun To Tremble. This Is What She Had Always Wanted Someone To Say. What She Had Always, In The Darkest Corner Of Her Heart, Wanted Will To Say. Will, The Boy Who Loved The Same Books She Did, The Same Poetry She Did, Who Made Her Laugh Even When She Was Furious. And Here He Was Standing In Front Of Her, Telling Her He Loved The Words Of Her Heart, The Shape Of Her Soul. Telling Her Something She Had Never Imagined Anyone Would Ever Tell Her. Telling Her Something She Would Never Be Told Again, Not In This Way. And Not By Him. And It Did Not Matter. "it's Too Late", She Said.

Set Me As A Seal Upon Thine Heart, As A Seal Upon Thine Arm: For Love Is As Strong As Death' "ours Is Stronger Than That," Clary Whispered, Remembering How She Had Brought Him Back. And This Time, When His Eyes Darkened, She Reached Up And Drew Him Down To Her Mouth.