The Action We Take In

Don't Sulk. For Someone With All The Grace And Coordination Of A Pregnant Wildebeest, You Did Great.

She Threw The Door Open. The Room Seemed To Be A Sort Of Library, The Walls Lined With Books. It Was Brightly Lit, Light Streaming Through A Tall Picture Window. In The Middle Of The Room Stood Jace. He Wasn't Alone, Though-not By A Long Shot. There Was A Dark-haired Girl With Him, A Girl Clary Had Never Seen Before, And The Two Of Them Were Locked Together In A Passionate Embrace

He Was Will, In All His Perfect Imperfection; Will, Whose Heart Was As Easy To Break As It Was Carefully Guarded; Will, Who Loved Not Wisely But Entirely And With Everything He Had.

Will Rolled Up His Sleeves. "we'll Probably Have To Knock Down The Door--" "or," Said Jem, Reaching Out And Giving The Knob A Twist, "not." The Door Swung Open Onto A Rectangle Of Darkness. "now, That's Simply Laziness," Said Will.

Dear Alec, As Your Best Friend And Parabatai, I Am Offended Not To Have Been Asked To Be Your Best Man At The Wedding. Et Tu, Brutus. -jace Alec , He Really Is Upset. He Hasn't Washed His Hair In Three Days. -clary