Some People Value Sentiments Over Diamonds.

But You Hardley Even Know Him"she Said."he Could Be A Serial Killer" "i Did Have That Thought.i Checked The Apartment Out,but If His Got An Ice Cooler Full Of Arms In It,i Havent Seen It Yet.anyway He Seems Pretty Since.

A Pair Of Werewolves Occupied Another Booth. They Were Eating Raw Shanks Of Lamb And Arguing About Who Would Win In A Fight: Dumbledore From Harry Potter Books Or Magnus Bane. "dumbledore Would Totally Win," Said The First One. "he Has The Badass Killing Curse." The Second Lycanthrope Made A Trenchant Point. "but Dumbledore Isn't Real." "i Don't Think Magnus Bane Is Real Either," Scoffed The First. "have You Ever Met Him?" "this Is So Weird," Said Clary, Slinking Down In Her Seat. "are You Listening To Them?" "no. It's Rude To Eavesdrop," Said Jace.

She Had Made The Choice For Him - In A Moment Of Flight And Panic, But She Had Made It - Not Realizing That Her Jace Would Rather Die Than Be Like This, And That She'd Been Not So Much Saving His Life As Damning Him To An Existence He Would Despise.

It Was Like I Saw Your Soul In The Notes Of The Music. And It Was Beautiful." She Leaned Forward And Touched His Face Lightly, The Smooth Skin Over His Hard Cheekbone, His Hair Like Feathers Against The Back Of Her Hand. "i Saw Rivers, Boats Like Flowers, All The Colors Of The Night Sky.

You Can't Forget The Things You Did In The Past, Or You'll Never Learn From Them.