She Wondered Why She’d Ever Thought Trusting

His Steady Gaze Held Hers. His Blue Eyes Were Very Dark, Uniquely So. She Had Known People Before With Blue Eyes, But They Had Always Been Light Blue. Will's Were The Color Of The Sky Just On The Edge Of Night.

I Have Something For You," He Said. He Dug Into His Pocket And Brought Out Something, Which He Pressed Into Her Hand. It Was A Gray Stone, Slightly Uneven, Worn To Smoothness In Spots. "huh," Said Clary, Turning It Over In Her Fingers. "you Know, When Most Girls Say They Want A Big Rock, They Don't Mean, You Know, Literally A Big Rock.

What Were You Dreaming About?" "you." He Twisted A Lock Of Her Hair Around His Finger. "i Always Dream About You." "oh, Yeah? Because I Thought You Were Having A Nightmare." He Tipped His Head Back To Look At Her. "sometimes I Dream You're Gone," He Said. "i Keep Wondering When You'll Figure Out How Much Better You Could Do And Leave Me.

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.

Never Trust A Duck" - Will Herondale "we Are Bound, You And I, Over The Divide Of Death, Down Through Whatever Generations May Come. Forever." - Will Herondale