I Love You. And I Don't Want

Magnus Didn't Really Want This Kind Of Thing This Early In The Morning - This Talk Of Aching Memories And Wanting To Forget. This Conversation Needed To End, Now.

As The Carriage Whipped Forward, They Passed The Alley She Had Spent So Many Days Staring At—it Was There, And Then Gone As They Careened Around A Corner, Nearly Knocking Over A Costermonger Pushing A Donkey Cart Piled High With New Potatoes. Tessa Screamed. Will Reached Past Her And Yanked The Curtain Shut. "it's Better If You Don't Look," He Told Her Pleasantly. "he's Going To Kill Someone. Or Get Us Killed." "no, He Won't. Thomas Is An Excellent Driver." Tessa Glared At Him. "clearly The Word Excellent Means Something Else On This Side Of The Atlantic.

Jace's Clothes Had Been Clean,stylish,ordinary. Sebastian Had Been Wearing A Long Black Wool Trench Coat That Had Looked Expensive. Like An Evil Burbeery Ad, Simon Said When She Was Done.

Not Everything Jace Did Was Insane And Suicidal, She Reminded Herself. It Just Seemed That Way. -clary, Pg.46-

Raphael Snapped, "this Isn't Funny." "that's Why No One's Laughing." -raphael & Jace, Pg.272-