Hail And Farewell, My Brother.

If You Don’t Go After Luke,” Clary Said, Enunciating Very Clearly, “i, Personally, Will Kill You.” For A Moment Jocelyn Looked Astonished. Then She Smiled. “well,” She Said, “if You Put It Like That.

He Had Electric Blue Hair That Had Stuck Around His Head Like Tendrils Of A Startled Octopus.

You Are The Central Point About Which His World Spins.

Declarations Of Love Amuse Me. Especially When Unrequited.

There Are Some Kinds Of Wounds You Can Get, Internal Injuries. You Don't Know What's Wrong With You, But You're Bleeding To Death Slowly Inside.