There Were Some Memories, Though, That Never

You Can't Just Go Around Killing People. You're Right. You Can't Go Around Killing People.

Truth Is Brighter Than Light Falsehood Darker Than Night Revenge Is Keener Than Axe And Love Is Softer Than Melting Wax

Is There Some Particular Reason That You're Here?" ... "not This Again." "not What Again?" Said Clary. "every Time I Annoy Him, He Retreats Into His No Mundanes Allowed Tree House." Simon Pointed At Jace.

And The Gold Of Her Ruined Wedding Dress.

He Found Himself Wanting To Write Poetry About How Her Blue Eyes Were Like Starlight And Her Hair Like Night, Because "night" And "starlight" Rhymed, But He Had A Feeling The Poem Wouldn't Turn Out That Well.