He Seemed Only ... Annoyed. Annoyed, And

Her Hair Was A Damp Mass Of Curls At The Back Of Her Neck, And Will Looked Away From Her Before He Could Remember What It Felt Like To Put His Hands Through That Hair And Feel The Strands Wind About His Fingers. It Was Easier At The Institute, With Jem And The Others To Distract Him, To Remember That Tessa Was Not His To Recall That Way. Here, Feeling As If He Were Facing The World With Her By His Side--feeling That She Was Here For Him Instead Of, Quite Sensibly, For The Health Of Her Own Fiance--it Was Nearly Impossible.

Love Is A Contradiction.

To Love Is To Destroy, To Destroy Is To Love. -jace Herondale

You May Have The Worst Timing Since Napoleon Decided The Dead Of Winter Was The Right Moment To Invade Russia.

I'm Trying To Figure Out How Someone Could Live In A Brothel For A Month And Not Notice. You Must Be Terribly Dull-witted." Tessa Glared. "if It Helps At All, It Seemed To Be Quite A High-class Establishment. Nicely Furnished, Fairly Clean..." "sounds As If You've Visited Your Fair Share Of Brothels," Tessa Said, Sourly. "making A Study Of Them?" "more Of A Hobby," Said Will, And Smiled Like A Bad Angel.