The Young Man Who Appeared

You Tried To Drink The East River,"magnus Said, And Alec Saw, As If For The First Time, That Magnus's Clothes Were Soaking Wet Too, Sticking To His Body Like A Dark Second Skin.

Staring At Him The Way She Might Stare At A Beloved Place She Was Not Sure She Would Ever See Again, Trying To Commit The Details To Memory, To Paint Them On The Backs Of Her Eyelids That She Might See It When She Shut Her Eyes To Sleep.

The Kitchen Was Just As Empty, Even The Refrigerator Gone, The Chairs, The Table--the Kitchen Cabinets Stood Open, Their Bare Shelves Reminder Her Of A Nursery Rhyme. She Cleared Her Throat. "what Would Demons," She Said, "want With Our Microwave?

Are You Threatening To Kidnap Me?" "if You Want To Look At It That Way," Jace Said, "yes.

Every Meeting Led To A Parting, And So It Would, As Long As Life Was Mortal. In Every Meeting There Was Some Of The Sorrow Of Parting, But In Everything Parting There Was Some Of The Joy Of Meeting As Well.