It was stupid to hope, she knew. But sometimes hope was all you had.

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?

Was that Will?" she said finally. Henry arched one ginger eyebrow. "Perhaps he's been kidnapped and replaced by an automaton," he suggested. "It seems possible..." For once Charlotte could only find herself in agreement.

trying to read his face. It was like a book written in a foreign language she'd studied all too briefly.

Have you tried talking to her?" "No. We've been punching her in the face repeatedly. What? You don't think that will work?

Kissing Simon was pleasant. It was a gentle sort of pleasant, like lying in a hammock on a summer day with a book and a glass of lemonade

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