I'm not trying to avoid you, ' I replied lamely, but what else could I say? Sorry Brae but when I first came down to meet you I had no idea how hard it was going to be to avoid telling you that I was turning into a grotesque monster and I am worried that there is a good chance I could wake up one morning with a sudden lust for your blood. Somehow I didn't think that would go down particularly well.
Was it all in my head? A Lunar trick?' Her stomach twisted. 'No.' She shook her head, fervently. How to explain that she hadn't had the gift before? That she couldn't have used it against him? 'I would never lie-' The words faded. She had lied. Everything he knew about her had been a lie. 'I'm so sorry, ' she finished, the words falling lamely in the open air. Kai peeled his eyes away, finding some place of resignation off in the glistening garden. 'You're even more painful to look at than she is.
Was it all in my head? A Lunar trick?" Her stomach twisted. "No." She shook her head, fervently. How to explain that she hadn't had the gift before? That she couldn't have used it against him? "I would never lie""" The words faded. She had lied. Everything he knew about her had been a lie. "I'm so sorry," she finished, the words falling lamely in the open air. Kai peeled his eyes away, finding some place of resignation off in the glistening garden. "You're even more painful to look at than she is.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,-- Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun.
The magi, as you know, were wise men-wonderfully wise men-who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.
Though she would have preferred long ago to have died, fled, gotten it all over with, the body-Jesus, how the body!-took its time. It possessed its own wishes and nostalgias. You could not just turn neatly into light and slip out the window. You couldn't go like that. Within one's own departing but stubborn flesh, there was only the long, sentimental, piecemeal farewell. Sir? A towel. Is there a towel? The body, hauling sadness, pursued the soul, hobbled after. The body was like a sweet, dim dog trotting lamely toward the gate as you tried slowly to drive off, out the long driveway. Take me, take me, too, barked the dog. Don't go, don't go, it said, running along the fence, almost keeping pace but not quite, its reflection a shrinking charm in the car mirrors as you trundled past the viburnium, past the pin grove, past the property line, past every last patch of land, straight down the swallowing road, disappearing and disappearing. Until at last it was true: you had disappeared.
It's not your fault, ' Alec was saying. He sounded weary, as if he'd been through this sort of thing with his sister before. Clary wondered how many boyfriends she'd turned into rats by accident. 'But it ought to teach you not to go to so many Downworld parties, ' he added. 'They're always more trouble than they're worth.' Isabelle sniffed loudly. 'If anything had happened to him, I-I don't know what I would have done.' 'Probably whatever it is you did before, ' said Alec in a bored voice. 'It's not like you knew him all that well.' 'That doesn't mean that I don't-' 'What? Love him?' Alec scoffed, raising his voice. 'You need to know someone to love them.' 'But that's not all it is.' Isabelle sounded almost sad. 'Didn't you have any fun at the party, Alec?' 'No.' 'I thought you might like Magnus. He's nice, isn't he?' 'Nice?' Alec looked at her as if she were insane. 'Kittens are nice. Warlocks are-' He hesitated. 'Not, ' he finished, lamely. 'I thought you might hit it off.' Isabelle's eye makeup glittered as bright as tears as she glanced over at her brother. 'Get to be friends.' 'I have friends, ' Alec said, and looked over his shoulder, almost as if he couldn't help it, at Jace. But Jace, his golden head down, lost in thought, didn't notice.