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House Rules [at The Praetor Lupus Headquarters] No Shape-shifting In The Hallways. No Howling. No Silver. Clothing Must Be Worn At All Times. All Times. No Fighting. No Biting. Mark All Your Food Before You Put It In The Communal Refrigerator.

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House Rules [at The Praetor Lupus Headquarters] No Shape-shifting In The Hallways. No Howling. No Silver. Clothing Must Be Worn At All Times. All Times. No Fighting. No Biting. Mark All Your Food Before You Put It In The Communal Refrigerator.

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The Brother's Hood Fell Back, And His Silvery Hair Shone Out In The Dim Chamber Like Starlight. All The Air Rushed Out Of Tessa's Lungs In A Single Instant. The Silent Brother Was Jem.

This Time Magnus Answered It, His Voice Booming Through The Tiny Entryway. "who Dares Disturb My Rest?" Jace Looked Almost Nervous. "jace Wayland. Remember? I'm From The Clave." "oh, Yes." Magnus Seemed To Have Perked Up. "are You The One With The Blue Eyes?" "he Means Alec," Clary Said Helpfully. "no. My Eyes Are Usually Described As Golden," Jace Told The Intercom. "and Luminous." "oh, You're That One." Magnus Sounded Disappointed. If Clary Hadn't Been So Upset, She Would Have Laughed. "i Suppose You'd Better Come Up.

Nearly Unable To Bear The Thought Of How Much He Needed Her Quiet Strength, He Closed His Eyes And Leaned His Forehead Against The Cold Glass.

Despite The Heat In Her Face, It Felt As If Cold Needles Of Ice Were Running Up And Down Her Veins. "what Are You Doing Here?" He Drew Back Slightly, Looking Disappointed. "that Isn't Really An Answer To My Question, You Know. I Was Expecting More Of A "hallelujah Chorus.' I Mean, It's Not Every Day Your Boyfriend Comes Back From The Dead." "i Already Knew You Weren't Dead." She Spoke Through Numb Lips. "i Saw You In The Library. With--" "colonel Mustard?" "sebastian.

So When The Moon's Only Partly Full, You Only Feel A Little Wolfy?" "you Could Say That." "well, You Can Go Ahead And Hang Your Head Out The Car Window If You Feel Like It." "i'm A Werewolf, Not A Golden Retriever.

There Was A Man Who Was Worthless, And Knew He Was Worthless, And Yet However Far Down He Tried To Sink His Soul, There Was Always Some Part Of Him Capable Of Great Action.

Jealousy Is Such An Ugly Emotion.

I Don’t Know What To Do,” Will Said. “mortmain Has Taken Tessa, And I Believe Now I Know Where She Might Be. There Is A Part Of Me That Wants Nothing More Than To Go After Her. But I Cannot Leave Jem. I Swore An Oath. And What If He Wakes In The Night And Finds I Am Not Here?” He Looked As Lost As A Child. “he Will Think I Left Him Willingly, Not Caring That He Was Dying. He Will Not Know. And Yet If He Could Speak, Would He Not Tell Me To Go After Tessa? Is That Not What He Would Want?” Will Dropped His Face Into His Hands. “i Cannot Say, And It Is Tearing Me In Half.

Oh, I'll Trust You," The Boy Told Him Carelessly. "it Hardly Matters. We Are All Betrayed Sooner Or Later—all Betrayed, Or Traitors." "i See That A Flair For The Dramatic Runs In The Blood," Magnus Said Under His Breath.

Interesting" He Said. "you Know, Simon Never Mentioned That His Roommate Was A Werewolf.

I Can Trust You, Jessie, But You're Clearly Not Well Enough To Go. Which Is Unfortunate, Since Aloysius Always Had A Weakness For A Pretty Face." "even More Reason Why I Should Go," Said Will.

You're Killing Me Because You Want Me To Give A Message To God For You?" Jace Shook His Head, The Point Of The Blade Scraping Across His Throat. "you're Crazier Than I Thought

He Flushed, The Colour Dark Against His Pale Skin. 'i Mean. Tessa Gray, Will You Do Me The Honour Of Becoming My Wife?' Jem.

You Could Know A Man Not By What His Friends Said About Him, But By How He Treated His Servants.

By The Angel, Bridget’s Depressing,” Said Henry, Setting Down His Newspaper Directly On His Plate And Causing The Edge To Soak Through With Egg Yolk. Charlotte Opened Her Mouth As If To Object, And Closed It Again. “it’s All Heartbreak, Death And Unrequited Love.” “well, That Is What Most Songs Are About,” Said Will. “requited Love Is Nice, But It Doesn’t Make Much Of A Ballad.

There Are So Many Worse Things Than Death. Not To Be Loved Or Not To Be Able To Love: That Is Worse.

It’s That I Think Will Is Angry With Me,” Tessa Explained. “so Whatever He Told You—” He Laughed. “will Is Angry With Everyone,” He Said. “i Don’t Let It Color My Judgment.

One Of The Things He'd Always Loved About Clary Was How Easily Caught Up In Her Imagination She Was, How Easily She Could Wall Herself Away In Illusory Worlds Of Curses And Princes And Destiny And Magic.

What's The Point In Wasting A Perfectly Good Brick Wall When You Have Someone To Throw Against It, That's What I Always Say.

Jace: "i Guess We Better Move The Trash. We Can Start With The Dumpster," Looking Unenthusiastic. Clary: "you'd Rather Face A Ravening Horde Of Demons, Wouldn't You?" Jace: "at Least They Wouldn't Be Crawling With Maggots. Well, Not Most Of Them, Anyway. There Was This One Demon, Once, That I Tracked Down To The Sewers Under Grand Central--" Clary: "don't. I'm Not Really In The Mood Right Now." Jace: "that's Got To Be The First Time A Girl's Ever Said That To Me." Clary: "stick With Me And It Won't Be The Last.

Jem Is My Greatest Sin.

With Their Hands Clasped Like Children In A Fairy Tale, She Fell Asleep Beside Him In The Dark.

Some Are Just Born Bad, And That's All There Is To It.

Okayyyyy,” Isabelle Said In A Low Voice, “when Did Brother Zachariah Get Hot?

Pain Is Only What You Allow It To Be

Clary Screamed Out Loud As He Fell Like A Stone- And Landed Lightly On His Feet Just In Front Of Her. Clary Stared With Her Mouth Open As He Rose Up Out Of A Shallow Crouch And Grinned At Her. "if I Made A Joke About Just Dropping In," He Said, "would You Write Me Off As A Cliché?

Tell You What.' Alec Reached For A Second Seraph Blade. 'we Live Through This, And I Promise I'll Introduce You To My Whole Family.' Magnus Raised His Hands, His Fingers Shining With Individual Azure Flames. They Lit His Grin With A Fiery Blue Glow. 'it's A Deal.

Do You Remember What I Told You That First Time At Taki's? About Faerie Food?" "i Remember You Said You Ran Down Madison Avenue Naked With Antlers On Your Head", Said Clary, Blinking Silver Drops Off Her Lashes.

The Most Remarkable Thing About Him Were His Eyes. They Were Laughing Eyes, At Once Both Joyous And Tender: They Were The Radiant Pale Blue Of A Sky Slipping Toward Evening In Heaven, When Angels Who Had Been Sweet All Day Found Themselves Tempted To Sin.

Is Your Inner Vampire Different From Your...outer Vampire?" "definitely. He Wants Me To Wear Midriff-baring Shirts And A Fedora." "so Your Inner Vampire Is Magnus?

Now I Wonder All The Time How You Go Back After Something Like That. Whether We Can Ever Be Friends Again, Or If What We Had Is Broken Into Pieces. Not Because Of Her, But Because Of Me.

Magnus Had Learned To Be Careful About Giving His Memories With His Heart. When People Died, It Felt Like All The Pieces Of Yourself You Had Given To Them Went As Well. It Took So Long, Building Yourself Back Up Until You Were Whole Again, And You Were Never Entirely The Same.

The Law May Be Hard But It's The Law.

Most Shadowhunters Get Their First Marks At Twelve. It Must Have Been In Your Blood.” “maybe. Although I Doubt Most Shadowhunters Get A Tattoo Of Donatello From The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles On Their Left Shoulder.” Jace Looked Baffled. “you Wanted A Turtle On Your Shoulder?” -jace & Clary, Pg. 314-

Forsooth, I No Longer Toil In Vain, To Prove That Demon Pox Warps The Brain. So Though 'ti Pity, It's Not In Vain That The Pox-ridden Worm Was Slain: For To Believe In Me, You All Must Deign.

Without Him, [nate] She Was Completely Alone In The World. There Was No One At All For Her. No One In The World Who Cared Whether She Lived Or Died. Sometimes The Horror Of That Thought Threatened To Overwhelm Her And Plunge Her Down Into Bottomless Darkness.

Then Forget Gabriel. Is There A Particular Reason You Keep Biting Vampires?" Will Touched The Dried Blood On His Wrists, And Smiled. "they Don't Expect It.

There Is No Pretending," Jace Said With Absolute Clarity. "i Love You, And I Will Love You Until I Die, And If There Is Life After That, I'll Love You Then.

It Is What Is Left To Him," Said Will. "do You Not Recall What He Says To Lucie? 'if It Had Been Possible... That You Could Have Returned The Love Of The Man You See Before Yourself- Flung Away, Wasted, Drunken, Poor Creature Of Misure As You Know Him To Be- He Would Have Been Conscious This Day And Hour, In Spite Of His Happiness, That He Would Bring You Misery, Bring You To Sorrow And Repetance, Blight You, Disgrace You, Pull You Down With Him

It Was Eric's Voice Not Simon's, On The Recorded Message. “ladies, Ladies ” He Said. Though It Was The Millionth Time She’d Heard The Recording, Clary Couldn't Help Rolling Her Eyes. “if You've Reached This Message That Means Our Boy Simon Is Out Partying. But Please Don’t Fight Among Yourselves. There’s Always Enough Simon To Go Around.” There Was A Muffled Yell, Some Laughter, And Then The Long Sound Of The Beep.

Strangely, What Pierced His Heart And Mind Most Sharply Was Not The Memory Of Her Lips Under His At The Ball, But The Way She Had Leaned Into His Neck, As If She Trusted Him Utterly. He Would Have Given Everything He Had In The World And Everything He Would Ever Have, Just To Lie Beside Her In The Narrow Infirmary Bed And Hold Her While She Slept. Pulling Away From Her Had Been Like Pulling His Own Skin Off, But He'd Had To Do It.

I Don’t Know Why I Ever Helped You.” “because You Like Broken Things.

Mundane Humans Create Distinctions Between Themselves, Distinctions That Seem Ridiculous To Any Shadowhunter. Their Distinctions Are Based On Race, Religion, National Identity, Any Of A Dozen Minor And Irrelevant Markers. ~ Valentine

She Jerked Hastily Back To Avoid Stepping On It, And Her Shoulder Bumped His--he Put A Hand Out To Steady Her, Just As She Turned To Apologize And Then She Was Somehow In The Circle Of His Arm And He Was Kissing Her.

I Think He’s Handling It With Grace. A Lot Of Teenage Boys Would Sulk, Or Lurk Around Under Your Window With A Boom Box.

There Is More To Life Than Surviving.

Will Interrupted. "henry," He Said, "you're On Fire. You Do Know That, Don't You?

I Can See Why You Like It Here," He Said,making A Sweeping Gesture That Encompassed Kyle's Collection Of Movie Posters And Science Fiction Books. "there's A Thin Layer Of Nerd All Over Everything." Said Jace. "thanks. I Appreciate That." Simon Gave Jace A Hard Look.

For This I Would Be Damned Forever. For This I Would Have Given Up Everything.

You Always Find The Right Quote, Or The Right Thing To Say To Make Me Believe You Love Me.

Right Thing To Say

He'd Burn The Whole World Down Til He Could Dig Out You Of The Ashes.

Nothing Says 'i Love You' Like Reducing Yourself To A Smoldering Pile Of Ashes

Without Conflict There Is No Plot, Without Hope There Is No Story

Will: "you Are Not Really Dying, Are You?" Jem: "so They Tell Me." Will: "i Am Sorry." Jem: "no. Don’t Be Ordinary Like That. Don’t Say You’re Sorry. Say You’ll Train With Me." Will: "i’ll Train With You.

When The Fey Were Worried, It Was Time To Panic.

She Had A Plan. Even If It Was A Little Insane.

He Looks," Simon Had Once Said To Isabelle, "like He's Thinking About Something Deep And Meaningful, But If You Ask Him What It Is, He'll Punch You In The Face.

Do Not Think I Do Not Know That Cecily Wants You To Return Home With Her. And Do Not Think I Do Not Know That You Remain For Jem's Sake." "and Yours," He Said Before He Could Stop Himself.

He Has Fought Many Battles With Us" (jace) By Which You Mean One Battle" Muttered Simon. "two If You Count The One I Was A Rat

History Gets Written By The Winners.

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

And Now I’m Looking At You,” He Said, “and You’re Asking Me If I Still Want You, As If I Could Stop Loving You. As If I Would Want To Give Up The Thing That Makes Me Stronger Than Anything Else Ever Has. I Never Dared Give Much Of Myself To Anyone Before – Bits Of Myself To The Lightwoods, To Isabelle And Alec, But It Took Years To Do It – But, Clary, Since The First Time I Saw You, I Have Belonged To You Completely. I Still Do. If You Want Me.

You’re Seventeen,” Magnus Said. “you Can’t Have Wasted A Life You’ve Barely Lived.

You Understand My Music.

Missing, One Stunningly Attractive Teenage Boy. Answers To 'jace' Or 'hot Stuff

I Don't Suppose It Would Be Possible To, Er, Step On Him?

Memories Did One No Good, Not When One Knew The Truth In The Present. Will Was Beautiful, But He Was Not Hers; He Was Anybody's. Something In Him Was Broken, And Trough That Break Spilled A Blind Cruelty, A Need To Hurt And To Push Away.

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