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I Have Important Business To Get To. I Plan To Sulk All Afternoon, Followed, Perhaps, By An Evening Of Byronic Brooding And A Nighttime Of Dissipation.

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She'd Rather Hoped For Something Simple, Like A Lined Piece Of Notebook Paper With My Evil Plan Written Across The Top, But No Luck.

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Somehow He Managed To Look Cool Despite The Heat. It Made Clary Want To Smack Him.

If You Insist On Disavowing That Which Is Ugly About What You Do, You Will Never Learn From Your Mistakes.

Learn From Your Mistakes

He Had To Think He Was Michael Wayland’s Son, Or The Lightwoods Would Not Have Protected Him As They Did. It Was Michael They Owed A Debt To, Not Me. It Was On Michael’s Account That They Loved Him, Not Mine.” “maybe They Loved Him On His Own Account,” Said Clary.

You Point Your Feet Out Too Much When You Walk,” Will Went On. He Was Busy Polishing An Apple On His Shirtfront, And Appeared Not To Notice Tessa Glaring At Him. “camille Walks Delicately. Like A Faun In The Woods. Not Like A Duck” “i Do Not Walk Like A Duck.” “i Like Ducks,” Jem Observed Diplomatically. “especially The Ones In Hyde Park.

Have You Told Eric And The Rest Of Them That—” “that I’m A Vampire? No. It Isn’t The Sort Of Thing You Just Drop Into Casual Conversation.” “maybe Not, But They’re Your Friends. They Should Know. And Besides, They’ll Just Think It Makes You More Of A Rock God, Like That Vampire Lester.” “lestat,” Simon Said. “that Would Be The Vampire Lestat. And He’s Fictional.

I Always Thought Love Made You Stupid. Made You Weak. A Bad Shadowhunter. 'to Love Is To Destroy.'i Believed That[...]i Used To Think Being A Good Warrior Meant Not Caring,[...] And Then I Met You. You Were A Mundane. Weak. Not A Fighter. Never Trained[...] Love Didn't Make You Weak, It Made You Stronger Than Anyone I'd Ever Met. And I Realized I Was The One Who Was Weak.

I’m Not Unsympathetic. But Do You Like Me? Because This Being Gay Business Doesn’t Mean You Can Just Throw Yourself At Any Guy And It’ll Be Fine Because He’s Not A Girl. There Are Still People You Like And People You Don’t.

Did You Like It?" He Said. "i Could Have Given You...jewelry, But I Wanted It To Be Something That Was Wholly Yours. That No One Else Would Hear Or Own. And I Am Not Good With Words, So I Wrote How I Felt About You In Music." He Paused. "did You Like It?

You Asked Me Who I Belong To. I Belong To You.

Sebastian Morgenstern

I Thought It'd Be Something Cooler, Like A Van With 'death To Demons' Painted On The Outside.

It Didn’t Matter, Anyway. There Was Only One Thing She Could Ask For, In The End, Only One Real Choice. She Raised Her Eyes To The Angel’s. "jace," She Said.

Perhaps Not," Said Will, Who Had Ears Like A Bat's. "but I Would Make A Radiant Bride.

It Means 'shadowhunters: Looking Better In Black Than The Widows Of Our Enemies Since 1234'.

Not Everything That's True Needs To Be Said.

You Are Not The Last Dream Of My Soul. You Are The First Dream, The Only Dream I Ever Was Unable To Stop Myself From Dreaming. You Are The First Dream Of My Soul, And From That Dream I Hope Will Come All Other Dreams, A Lifetime’s Worth.

She Threw The Door Open. The Room Seemed To Be A Sort Of Library, The Walls Lined With Books. It Was Brightly Lit, Light Streaming Through A Tall Picture Window. In The Middle Of The Room Stood Jace. He Wasn't Alone, Though-not By A Long Shot. There Was A Dark-haired Girl With Him, A Girl Clary Had Never Seen Before, And The Two Of Them Were Locked Together In A Passionate Embrace

Bloodthirsty Little Beasts. Never Trust A Duck.- William Herondale

She Closed Her Hands Around His And Shut Her Eyes, Imagining Their Bed Cut Free Of This Strange Prison, Floating Through Space Or On The Surface Of The Ocean, Just The Two Of Them Alone.

She Closed Her Eyes And Jumped. For A Moment She Felt Herself Hang Suspended, Free Of Everything. Then Gravity Took Over, And She Plunged Toward The Floor. Instinctively She Pulled Her Arms And Legs In, Keeping Her Eyes Squeezed Shut. The Cord Pulled Taut And She Rebounded, Flying Back Up Before Falling Again. As Her Velocity Slowed, She Opened Her Eyes And Found Herself Dangling At The End Of The Cord, About Five Feet Above Jace. He Was Grinning. 'nice', He Said. 'as Graceful As A Falling Snowflake.

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.

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.

Don't Stop There. I Suppose There Are Also, What, Vampires And Werewolves And Zombies?" "of Course There Are. Although You Mostly Find Zombies Farther South, Where The Voudun Priests Are." "what About Mummies? Do They Only Hang Around Egypt?" "don't Be Ridiculous. No One Believes In Mummies.

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.

What About Isabelle?" Simon Asked. "where Is She?" The Humor, Such As It Was, Left Jace's Expression. "she Won't Come Out Of Her Room," He Said. "she Thinks That What Happened To Max Was Her Fault. She Won't Even Come To The Funeral." "have You Tried Talking To Her?" "no," Jace Said, "we've Been Punching Her Repeatedly In The Face Instead. Why, Do You Think That Won't Work?" "just Thought I'd Ask." Simon's Tone Was Mild.

Aren't You, Uh... Reproducing? "sure, We Love Reproducing It's One Of Our Favorite Things.

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If You Run Into A Psychic Wall Face-first, Do You Wind Up With Psychic Bruises? -clary, Pg.239-

Are You Implying That Shreds Of My Reputation Remain Intact?" Will Demanded With Mock Horror. "clearly I Have Been Doing Something Wrong. Or Not Something Wrong, As The Case May Be." He Banged On The Side Of The Carriage. "thomas! We Must Away At Once To The Nearest Brothel. I Seek Scandal And Low Companionship.

You Could Have Fooled Me. Everytime I Called You, Luke Said You Were Sick. I Figured You Were Avoiding Me. Again." "i Wasn't. I Did Want To Talk To You. I've Been Thinking About You All The Time." "i've Been Thinking About You, Too." "i Really Was Sick. I Swear. I Almost Died Back There On The Ship, You Know." "i Know. Everytime You Almost Die, I Almost Die Myself.

Thinking About You

To Her You're Jocelyn's Daughter. But I'll Always Be Valentine's Son

So I Lied To You Last Night. I Said That I Just Wanted One Night With You. But I Want Every Night With You.

Just Remember, When Your Mother’s Gnawing My Ankle Like A Furious Mama Bear Separated From Her Cum, I Did It For You.

My Name Is Herondale," The Boy Said Cheerfully. "william Herondale, But Everyone Calls Me Will. Is This Really Your Room? Not Very Nice, Is It?" He Wandered Toward The Window, Pausing To Examine The Stacks Of Books On Her Bedside Table, And Then The Bed Itself. He Waved A Hand At The Ropes. "do You Often Sleep Tied To The Bed?

Sophie Said To Me Once That She Was Glad She Had Been Scarred. She Said That Whoever Loved Her Now Would Love Her True Self, And Not Her Pretty Face. This Is Your True Self, Tessa. This Power Is Who You Are. Whoever Loves You Now--and You Must Also Love Yourself--will Love The Truth Of You.

I Suppose You've Always Been Amazing At This Stuff."- Clary "i Was Born Amazing." - Jace

I Would Say It Was Nice To Meet You, But The Fact Is It Wasnt. In Fact, It Was Quite Awkward.

What Is One Person's Pleasure Is Another's Poison.

I'm Not Ritualistic About Writing. I Try To Write As Often As Possible, Which Means That I Have To Be Able To Write In All Kinds Of Situations, Whether It's At Home On My Couch, Out At A Cafe, Or Traveling.

Izzy," Said Jace, As They Neared The Pond, And She Jumped Up And Spun Around. Her Smile Was Dazzling. "jace!" She Flew At Him And Hugged Him. Now That Was The Way Sisters Were Supposed To Act, Clary Thought. Not All Stiff And Weird And Peculiar, But Happy And Loving. Watching Jace Hug Isabelle, She Tried To School Her Features Into A Happy And Loving Expression. "are You All Right?" Simon Asked, With Some Concern. "your Eyes Are Crossing." "i'm Fine." Clary Abandoned The Attempt. "are You Sure? You Looked Sort Of… Contorted.

Or Perhaps This Hostility Of Yours Is The Pretense. Love Does Make Liars Out Of Your Kind.

A Very Magnanimous Statement, Gideon,” Said Magnus. “i’m Gabriel.” Magnus Waved A Hand. “all Lightwoods Look The Same To Me.

It Is A Very Strange Thing, To Be In Love. It Changes You.

Women Do Not Think With Logic And Discretion But With Emotions Of The Heart

She Shook Her Head. She Was So Pale Under The Diffuse Lamp-light That She Looked Almost Transparent, As If Simon Could Have Looked Right Through Her. The Way, He Supposed, He Always Had.

He Was The One She Was Doing All This For, But Sometimes She Missed Him So Much It Felt Like She Swallowed Broken Glass.

I Do Not Understand How You Humans Can Walk In Shoes That Are That Tall.” “its My Motto,” Said Isabelle, With A Sultry Smile. “nothing Less Than Seven Inches.

Magnus Had A List Of Favored Traits In A Partner-black Hair, Blue Eyes, Honest.

I've Got The Mark Of Cain," Said Simon. "that Means Nothing Can Kill Me, Right?" "you Can Kill Yourself," Magnus Said, Somewhat Unhelpfully. "as Far As I Know, Inanimate Objects Can Accidentally Kill You. So If You Were Planning On Teaching Yourself The Lambada On A Greased Platform Over A Pit Full Of Knives, I Wouldn't." "there Goes My Saturday.

Get Over Here. Sheldon's Had An Idea." "who's Sheldon?", Said Isabelle.

It Was At First Almost As If He Hadn't Wanted To Kiss Her. His Mouth Was Hard On Hers, Unyielding; Then He Put Both Arms Around Her And Pulled Her Against Him. His Lips Softened. She Could Feel The Rapid Beat Of His Heart, Taste The Sweetness Of Apples Still On His Mouth. She Wound Her Hands Into His Hair, As She'd Wanted To Do Since The First Time She'd Seen Him. His Hair Curled Around Her Fingers, Silky And Fine. Her Heart Was Hammering, And There Was A Rushing Sound In Her Ears, Like Beating Wings

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.

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.

He Played Of Love And Loss And Years Of Silence, Words Unsaid And Vows Unspoken, And All The Spaces Between His Heart And Theirs; And When He Was Done, And He'd Set The Violin Back In Its Box, Will's Eyes Were Closed, But Tessa's Were Full Of Tears.

There Were Some Feelings You Never Forgot.

All Right. Are You Going To Come Back? Do You Want Any Soup?" "no," Said Jace. "do You Think Hodge Will Want Any Soup?" "no One Wants Any Soup." "i Want Some Soup," Simon Said. "no, You Don't," Said Jace. "you Just Want To Sleep With Isabelle." Simon Was Appalled. "that Is Not True." "how Flattering," Isabelle Murmured Into The Soup, But She Was Smirking. "oh, Yes It Is," Said Jace. "go Ahead And Ask Her—then She Can Turn You Down And The Rest Of Us Can Get On With Our Lives While You Fester In Miserable Humiliation." He Snapped His Fingers. "hurry Up, Mundie Boy, We've Got Work To Do.

Clothes Were Scattered Across The Floor In Piles, A Duffel Bag Open On The Floor As If It Had Exploded. Isabelle's Bright Silver-gold Whip Hung From One Bedpost, A Lacy White Bra From Another. Simon Averted His Eyes. The Curtains Were Drawn, The Lamps Extinguished. Isabelle Flopped Down On The Edge Of The Bed And Looked At Him With Bitter Amusement. "a Blushing Vampire. Who Would Have Guessed.

Jace,” She Said. “why Are You Doing This To Me?” “because You’re Lying To Me. And You’re Lying To Yourself.” Jace’s Eyes Were Blazing, And Even Though His Hands Were Stuffed Into His Pockets, She Could See That They Were Knotted Into Fists.

She Looked Around. They Had Drifted Far Away From The Bank Of The Canal. "are We Stealing This Boat?" "stealing' Is Such An Ugly Word," He Mused. "what Do You Want To Call It?" He Picked Her Up And Swung Her Around Before Putting Her Down. "an Extreme Case Of Window-shopping.

Window Shopping

Yes," Jace Said, "i Regret Having Disobeyed You." No! Clary Thought, But Her Heart Sank. Was He Giving Up, Did He Think It Was The Only Way To Save Her And Simon? Valentine's Face Softened. "jonathan-" "especially," Jace Said, "since I Plan To Do It Again. Right Now.

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.

It Was Like A Dam Of Musical Critique Had Broken. Imasu Turned On Him With Eyes That Flashed Instead Of Shining. "it Is Worse Than You Can Possibly Imagine! When You Play, All Of My Mother's Flowers Lose The Will To Live And Expire On The Instant. The Quinoa Has No Flavour Now. The Llamas Are Migrating Because Of Your Music, And Llamas Are Not A Migratory Animal. The Children Now Believe There Is A Sickly Monster, Half Horse And Half Large Mournful Chicken, That Lives In Tha Lake And Calls Out To The World To Grant It The Sweet Release Of Death.

Scott Noticed Will Staring At It And Grinned. "like What You See?" Woolsey Scott Asked. "i Do Enjoy These Surprise Midnight Declarations. Go Along, Have At It.

Oh, God, The Lovebirds,” Magnus Said, Pulling The Pillow Off His Face. “i Hate Happy Couples.

Oh, I Don't Know. I Prefer To Think That When They're At Home, The Silent Brothers Are Much Like Us. Playing Practical Jokes In The Silent City, Making Toasted Cheese-" "i Hope They Play Charades," Said Tessa Dryly. "it Would Seem To Take Advantage Of Their Natural Talents.

Malachi Scowled. "i Don't Remember The Clave Inviting You Into The Glass City, Magnus Bane." "they Didn't," Magnus Said. "your Wards Are Down." "really?" The Consul's Voice Dripped Sarcasm. "i Hadn't Noticed." Magnus Looked Concerned. "that's Terrible. Someone Should Have Told You." He Glanced At Luke. "tell Him The Wards Are Down.

Is That What You Are Doing? Enduring? Surely An Engaged Woman Should Be Happier.” His Light Eyes Raked Her. “a Heart Divided Against Itself Cannot Stand, As They Say. You Love Them Both, And It Tears You Apart.

We Don't Require Luck," Said Will, "we Have A Heavenly Mandate, After All. With God On Your Side, What Does Luck Matter?

I'd Always Hoped That When I Said 'i Love You' To A Girl, She'd Say 'i Know' Like Leia Did To Han In Return Of The Jedi

I Don't Care," Clary Said. "he'd Do It For Me. Tell Me He Wouldn't. If I Were Missing-" "he'd Burn The Whole World Down Till He Could Dig You Out Of The Ashes. I Know," Alec Said.

What Are You? The Voice Came From Nowhere. It Was In The Room. It Was Outside. It Was In Magnus's Head. "a Warlock," Magnus Answered. "and What Are You?" We Are Many. "please Do Not Say You Are A Legion. Someone's Taken That." Do You Make Mirth From Mundane Scriptures, Warlock? "just Breaking The Ice

Being Sixteen Forever Sounded Good Until You Really Thought About It. Then It Didn't Seem Like Such A Great Prospect.

Something Snapped Inside Maryse. “he Is Not A Herondale. He Is A Lightwood. Jace Lightwood. He’s My Son.

I Would Write Light Entertainment Nonfiction Pieces During The Day, Then Come Home And Work On My Fantasy Fiction. It Was Very Difficult To Get Out Of The One Mindset And Into Another One.

Most Human Subjugates Are Young,” Said Will. “vampires Like To Acquire Their Subjugates When They’re Youthful—prettier To Look At, And Less Chance Of Diseased Blood. And They’ll Live A Bit Longer, Though Not Much.” He Looked Pleased With Himself. “most Of The Rest Of The Enclave Wouldn’t Be Able To Pass Convincingly As A Handsome Young Human Subjugate—” “because The Rest Of Us All Are Hideous, Are We?” Jem Inquired, Looking Amused.

I Want My People To Be Protected, Strong, And Not To Be Driven Into Corners Until They Either Become Killers Or Are Killed!

Sorry, Are You Telling Me That Your Demon-slaying Buddies Need To Be Driven To Their Next Assignment With The Forces Of Darkness By My Mom?

Because In The End Nothing Is Worse Than Seeing The Fall Of One You Loved. It Was Somehow Worse Than Losing A Love. It Made Everything Seem Questionable. It Made The Past Bitter And Confused.

Samuel! Are You Alright?" A Vision Of Samuel Being Brained By The Falling Bars Rose Up Before Simon's Eyes. Samuel's Voice Rose To A Scream. "go Away!" Simon Looked Sideways At Jace. "i Think He Means It." Jace Shook His Blond Head In Exasperation. "you Had To Make A Crazy Jail Friend, Didn't You? You Couldn't Just Count Ceiling Tiles Or Tame A Pet Mouse Like Normal Prisoners Do?

Look, I Asked You Here For A Reason. Much As I Hate To Admit It, Vampire, We Have Something In Common." "totally Awesome Hair?" Simon Suggested.

Of Course I Can See You. I'm Not Blind, You Know. Oh, But You Are. You Just Don't Know It.

One Thing You'll Learn As You Get Older, Simon, Is That When People Tell You Something Unpleasant About Themselves, It's Usually True.

Clary's Mother Apparently Reguarded Him As About As Sexually Threatening As A Goldfish.

Jem Cried Out With All His Remaining Strength. You Cannot Go Where I Am Going! Nor Would I Want That For You!

Weapons, When They Break And Are Mended, Can Be Stronger At The Mended Places. Perhaps Hearts Are The Same.

Set Me As A Seal Upon Thine Heart, As A Seal Upon Thine Arm: For Love Is Strong As Death.

[...] "i Recall What You Said To Me Once," Will Went On. "that Words Have The Power To Change Us. Your Words Have Changed Me, Tess; They Have Made Me A Better Man Than I Would Have Been Otherwise. Life Is A Book, And There Are A Thousand Pages I Have Not Read. I Would Read Them Together With You, As Many As I Can, Before I Die -

Let The Sky Rain Potatoes," Said A Musing Voice. "let It Thunder To The Tune Of Greensleeves.

Has There Ever Been An Inquisitor Who Didn't Die A Horrible Death?" Simon Wondered Out Loud. " It's Like Being The Drummer In Spinal Tap.

Simon-"from Now On I Will Only Adress People By Nodding At Them." Clary-"that's Stupid Why Would You Do That?" Simon-"because It Says That 'i Am A Badass, And I Recognive That You Too, Are A Badass

You Know What I Am." The Words Breathed Out In An Auguished Whisper. "i'm Part Demon, Clary. Part Demon. You Understood That Much, Didn't You?" His Eyes Bored Into Her Like Drills. "you Saw What Valentine Was Trying To Do. He Used Demon Blood-used It On Me Before I Was Even Born. I'm Part Monster. Part Everthing I've Tried So Hard To Burn Out, To Destroy.

No, The Last Thing She Cared About Was Whether People Were Staring At The Boy And Girl Kissing By The River, As London, It's Cities And Towers And Churches And Bridges And Streets, Circled All About Them Like The Memory Of A Dream. And If The Thames That Ran Beside Them, Sure And Silver In The Afternoon Light, Recalled A Night Long Ago When The Moon Shone As Brightly As A Shilling On This Same Boy And Girl, Or If The Stones Of Blackfriars Knew The Tread Of Their Feet And Thought To Themselves: At Last, The Wheel Comes To A Full Circle, They Kept Their Silence.

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