"he Picks Up His Dates

I Think You'll Find That One Would Be Self-defeating." Jace Said Lightly Shoving His Feet Into His Boots. "we Are Bound, He And I. Cut Him And I Bleed.

I Want To Kiss You One More Time Before I Die.

Thank You,” Simon Said. “it’s A Joke, Isabelle. He’s The Count. He Likes Counting. You Know. ‘what Did The Count Eat Today, Children? One Chocolate Chip Cookie, Two Chocolate Chip Cookies, Three Chocolate Chip Cookies . . .’” There Was A Rush Of Cold Air As The Door Of The Restaurant Opened, Letting In Another Customer. Isabelle Shivered And Reached For Her Black Silk Scarf. “it’s Not Realistic.” “what Would You Prefer? ‘what Did The Count Eat Today, Children? One Helpless Villager, Two Helpless Villagers, Three Helpless Villagers . . .

In Fiction, The Actions Of A Villain, Even When Unspeakable, Can Be Cathartic To Read About. They Let Us Experience Darkness, But Add A Safe Remove.

(...)i Don't Know Who I Am. I Look Like Stephen Herondale, And I Act Like A Lightwood And I Talk Like My Father- Like Valentine. So I See Myself In Your Eyes And I Try To Be That Person And I Think Faith Might Be Enough To Make Me Who You Wnat Me To Be." (jace, To Clary)