As Long As I Can

All Right. Are You Going To Come Back? Do You Want Any Soup?" "no," Said Jace. "do You Think Hodge Will Want Any Soup?" "no One Wants Any Soup." "i Want Some Soup," Simon Said. "no, You Don't," Said Jace. "you Just Want To Sleep With Isabelle." Simon Was Appalled. "that Is Not True." "how Flattering," Isabelle Murmured Into The Soup, But She Was Smirking. "oh, Yes It Is," Said Jace. "go Ahead And Ask Her—then She Can Turn You Down And The Rest Of Us Can Get On With Our Lives While You Fester In Miserable Humiliation." He Snapped His Fingers. "hurry Up, Mundie Boy, We've Got Work To Do.

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.

Pulvis Et Umbra Sumus. It's A Line From Horace. 'we Are Dust And Shadows'. Appropriate, Don't You Think?" Will Said. "it's Not A Long Life, Killing Demons; One Tends To Die Young, And Then They Burn Your Body - Dust To Dust, In The Literal Sense. And Then We Vanish Into The Shadows Of History, Nary A Mark On The Page Of A Mundane Book To Remind The World That Once We Existed At All.

Alec Looked Horrified, As If She'd Asked Him To Put On A Tutu And Execute A Perfect Pirouette.

I Tell So Many Lies, Sweetheart," He Said. "which One Specifically?