simon-lewis

I screwed her over. I didn't want to see her screwed over by someone else.

Do you want to hear it or not? You have to keep it a secret._ I would pluck out my own eyes with a fork before I would give away your secrets, _ Simon said, then looked anxious. _ Wait a second. Do you think that__ likely to be required?

He had to escape. He had to go and become a hero, the way he had been once.

Speaking of luck, Isabelle Lightwood is a total babe. Actually, she's better than a babe: She's a hero. She came all the way here to tell the world you were hers. You're telling me she doesn't know another hero when she sees one? You're going to figure out what you're doing here. Isabelle Lightwood believes in you, and for what it's worth, I do too.

Simon snorted. "If you ever meet the man who could take advantage of Isabelle, you'll have to let me know. I'd like to shake his hand. Or run away from him very fast, I'm not sure which.

You could dress it up with a sequined headband,_ Magnus suggested, offering his boyfriend something blue and sparkly. __ust a thought._ __esist the urge, Alec._ Simon was sitting on the edge of a low wall with Maia beside him, though she appeared to be deep in conversation with Aline. __ou__l look like Olivia Newton-John in Xanadu._ __here are worse things,_ Magnus observed.

The moon was wide__oo wide and too close. Mentally, Simon told the moon to stop being so close and bright and that it should just generally shut up with the mooniness.

Once he asked me what I thought had turned me gay.""I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider," said Simon.

Isabelle snorted. 'All the boys are gay. In this truck, anyway. Well, not you, Simon.''You noticed' said Simon.'I think of myself as a freewheeling bisexual,' added Magnus.'Please never say those words in front of my parents,' said Alec. 'Especially my father.''I thought your parents were okay with you, you know, coming out,' Simon said, leaning around Isabelle to look at Alec, who was _ as he often was _ scowling, and pushing his floppy dark hair out of his eyes. Aside from the occasional exchange, Simon had never talked to Alec much. He wasn__ an easy person to get to know. But, Simon admitted to himself, his own recent estrangement from his mother made him more curious about Alec__ answer than he would have been otherwise.'My mother seems to have accepted it,' Alec said. 'But my father _ no, not really. Once he asked me what I thought had turned me gay.'Simon felt Isabelle tense next to him. 'Turned you gay?' She sounded incredulous. 'Alec, you didn__ tell me that.''I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider,' said Simon.Magnus snorted; Isabelle looked confused. 'I__e read Magnus__ stash of comics,' said Alec, 'so I actually know what you__e talking about' A small smile played around his mouth. 'So would that give me the proportional gayness of a spider?''Only if it was a really gay spider,' said Magnus, and he yelled as Alec punched him in the arm. 'Ow, okay, never mind.

You're not gay, are you?"Simon's greenish color deepened. "If I were, I would dress better.

When he let go of Clary, he turned and hugged Jace. Clary watched, tears running down her face.

Every time they saw him, they recognized him and knew him and expected things of him. And every time he came up blank. It was like watching someone digging where they knew they'd buried something precious, digging and digging and realizing that whatever it was--was gone. But they kept digging just the same, because the idea of losing it was so terrible and because maybe.Maybe.He was that lost treasure. He was that maybe. And he hated it. That was the secret he was trying to keep from them, the one he was always fearing he would betray.

Where's Simon?" Clary interrupted.Isabelle wobbled. "He's a rat," she said darkly.Did he do something to you?" Alec was full of brotherly concern. "Did he touch you? If he tried anyt

Don__ worry, hero. If the vamp shows up, I__ here to protect you.___reat, I can hide behind your massive ego.

What's next? You want to convince me they're making another crap Last Airbender movie?

That seems like stealing, doesn't it?" Simon pulled a cup toward him. He drew the lid back. "Ooh. Mochaccino." He looked at Magnus. "Did you pay for these?""Sure," said Magnus, while Jace and Alec snickered. "I make dollar bills magically appear in their cash register.""Really?""No." Magnus popped the lid off his own coffee. "But you can pretend I did if it makes you feel better. So, first order of business is what?

She winced and covered her ears as Eric,onstage, wrestled with his microphone."Sorry about that, guys!" he yelled. "All right. I'm Eric, and this is my homeboy Matt on the drums. My first poem is called 'Untitled.'" He screwed up his face as if in pain, and wailed into the mike. "Come my faux juggernaut, my nefarious loins! Slather every protuberance with arid zeal!"Simon slid down in his seat. "Please don't tell anyone I know him."Clary giggled. "Who uses the word 'loins'?""Eric," Simon said grimly. "All his poems have loins in them."'Turgid is my torment!" Eric wailed. "Agony swells within!""You bet it does," Clary said.

He wondered if normalcy was something, like vision or silence, you didn't realize was precious until you lost it.