Look Well On This, My Son," Said

Will Speechless For Once, A Glass Of Water Frozen Halfway To His Lips

They Were Frightening Enough, But Tessa Could Not Help But Feel That If Will Were There, He Would Have Commented That They Looked Like Turnips, And Perhaps Made Up A Song About It.

I Fell In Love With You," He Said, "because You Were One Of The Bravest People I'd Ever Known. So How Could I Ask You To Stop Being Brave Just Because I Loved You?" He Ran His Hands Through His Hair, Making It Stick Up In Loops And Curls That Clary Ached To Smooth Down. "you Came For Me," He Said. "you Saved Me When Almost Everyone Else Had Given Up, And Even The People Who Hadn't Given Up Didn't Know What To Do. You Think I Don't Know What You Went Through?

Everyone Knows That Quote Because Of The Doors." Jace Looked At Her Blankly. "the Doors. They Were A Band." "if You Say So," He Said. "i Suppose You Don't Have Much Time For Enjoying Music," Clary Said, Thinking Of Simon, For Whom Music Was His Entire Life, "in Your Line Of Work." He Shrugged. "maybe The Occasional Wailing Chorus Of The Damned.

I Would Have Thought Even A Certified Idiot Like Gabriel Here Would Have Taken Account Of It And Notified Someone." "notified Who?" Asked Jem, Not Unreasonably. He Had Moved Closer To Tessa As The Conversation Had Continued. As They Stood Side By Side, The Backs Of Their Hands Brushed. "the Clave. The Postman. Us. Anyone," Said Will, Shooting An Irritated Look At Gabriel, Who Was Starting To Get Some Color Back And Looked Furious. "i Am Not A Certified Idiot—" "lack Of Certification Hardly Proves Intelligence," Will Muttered.