And What Colour Do You

I'm A Werewolf, Not A Golden Retriever.

Jace Slammed His Hand Down On The Stele. “clary-“ “she Said She Doesn’t Want It,” Said Simon. “ha-ha.” “ha-ha?” Jace Looked Incredulous. “that’s Your Comeback?

She Had Loved Him For Such A Long Time, She Thought. How Was It That She Did Now Know Him At All?

She Had No Recollection, Later, Of Having Decided What To Do Next, Or Of Having Hunted For Something To Wear, But Somehow She Was Hurrying Down The Stairs, Dressed In Shadowhunter Gear, The Letter In One Hand And The Chain With The Ring Clasped Hastily Around Her Throat.

Weapons, When They Break And Are Mended, Can Be Stronger At The Mended Places. Perhaps Hearts Are The Same.