...we Die, We Turn, We Are Reborn

She Looked Up From Closing It To Find Jace Watching Her Through Hooded Eyes. “and One Last Thing,” He Said. He Reached Over And Pulled The Sparking Pins Out Of Her Hair, So That It Fell In Warm Heavy Curls Down Her Neck. The Sensation Of Hair Tickling Her Bare Skin Was Unfamiliar And Oddly Pleasant. “much Better,” He Said, And She Thought This Time That Maybe His Voice Was Uneven Too.

You Know, When Most Girls Say They Want A Big Rock, They Don't Mean, You Know, Literally A Big Rock. -clary Fray To Jace Wayland

Humans Were So Stupid. They Had Something So Precious, And They Barely Safeguarded It At All. They Threw Away Their Lives For Money, For Packets Of Powder, For A Stranger's Charming Smile.

As It Turned Out, Everyone Wanted A Doughnut. Jace Wanted Two.

Clothes Were Scattered Across The Floor In Piles, A Duffel Bag Open On The Floor As If It Had Exploded. Isabelle's Bright Silver-gold Whip Hung From One Bedpost, A Lacy White Bra From Another. Simon Averted His Eyes. The Curtains Were Drawn, The Lamps Extinguished. Isabelle Flopped Down On The Edge Of The Bed And Looked At Him With Bitter Amusement. "a Blushing Vampire. Who Would Have Guessed.