Raphael Snapped, "this Isn't Funny." "that's Why

Bright Star,” Magnus Said, And His Eyes Were Thoughtful, As If He Were Remembering Something, Or Someone. “those Of You Who Are Mortal, You Burn So Fiercely. And You Fiercer Than Most, Will. I Will Not Ever Forget You.”.

Wait." Clary Was Suddenly Nervous. "the Melted Metal-it Could Be, Like, Toxic Or Something." Maia Snorted. "i'm From New Jersey. I Born In Toxic Sludge.

Looking At Her, He Was In London Again. He Saw The Gaslight And Smelled The Smoke And Dirt And Horses, The Metallic Tang Of Fog, The Flowers In Kew Gardens. He Saw A Boy With Black Hair And Blue Eyes Like Alec's. A Girl With Long Brown Curls And A Serious Face. In A World Where Everything Went Away From Him Eventually, She Was One Of The Few Remaining Constants.

Or Maybe It's Just That Beautiful Things Are So Easily Broken By The World.

All Lightwoods Look The Same To Me—