The Silent Brothers Are Doing Nude Cartwheels

I Have Something For You," He Said. He Dug Into His Pocket And Brought Out Something, Which He Pressed Into Her Hand. It Was A Gray Stone, Slightly Uneven, Worn To Smoothness In Spots. "huh," Said Clary, Turning It Over In Her Fingers. "you Know, When Most Girls Say They Want A Big Rock, They Don't Mean, You Know, Literally A Big Rock.

Dear Isabelle, Alec Is About To Have A Nervous Breakdown. If You Do Not Immediately Desist Planing My Wedding To Your Brother, I Will Come Back To Manhattan And Blow Up The Institute. I Will Turn Church Into A Man-eating Beast Who Will Rampage Through The Streets Of Manhattan, Stepping On Mundanes. And I Will Make You Fat. Love, Magnus

What About Isabelle?" Simon Asked. "where Is She?" The Humor, Such As It Was, Left Jace's Expression. "she Won't Come Out Of Her Room," He Said. "she Thinks That What Happened To Max Was Her Fault. She Won't Even Come To The Funeral." "have You Tried Talking To Her?" "no," Jace Said, "we've Been Punching Her Repeatedly In The Face Instead. Why, Do You Think That Won't Work?" "just Thought I'd Ask." Simon's Tone Was Mild.

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

Clary Closed Her Eyes. Remembering The Way Jace Had Looked At Her The Night She'd Freed Ithuriel, She Couldn't Help But Imagine The Way He'd Look At Her Now If He Saw Her Trying To Lie Down To Die On The Sand Beside Him. He Wouldn't Be Touched, Wouldn't Think It Was A Beautiful Gesture. He'd Be Angry At Her For Giving Up. He'd Be So--disappointed.