It's Your Gift, To See The Beauty

Enough, Both Of You,' Clary Said. 'you Can't Be Complete Jerks To Each Other Forever, You Know.' Technically,' Said Simon, 'i Can.' Jace Made An Inelegant Noise; After A Moment Clary Realized That He Was Trying Not To Laugh, And Only Semi-succeeding.

He Kissed Each Finger, And With Each One Of Them Spoken A Word. Five Kisses, Five Words. His Last.

You Kindled Me, Heap Of Ashes That I Am, Into Fire. He Had Wondered Once Why Love Was Always Phrased In Terms Of Burning. The Conflagration In His Own Veins, Now, Gave The Answer.

We Don't Require Luck," Said Will, "we Have A Heavenly Mandate, After All. With God On Your Side, What Does Luck Matter?

My Favorite Jacket Is An Emergency Item. Much Like Myself, It Is Both Snuggly And Fashionable.