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You Think She’ll Be Able To Talk Sense Into Him?” She Asked. “his Sister?” "if He Listens To Anyone, It Would Be Her.” “that’s Sweet,” Said Maia. “that He Loves His Sister Like That.” “yeah,” Simon Said. “it’s Precious

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.

She Hated That Little Voice Inside Her Head. Like The Seelie Queen, It Planted Doubts Where There Shouldn't Be Doubts, Asked Questions That Had No Answer.

By The Angel, It Just Crushed Sophocles," Noted Will. "has No One Respect For The Classics These Days?

It's My Cologne. Eau De Recent Injury." (jace)