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If I Was Harsh With You, It Was Because I Cannot Bear To See You Treat Yourself As If You Are Worth Nothing. Whatever Part You Might Act To The Contrary, I See You As You Really Are, My Blood Brother. Not Just Better Than You Pretend To Be, But Better Than Most People Could Hope To Be.

-Cassandra Clare

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Cassandra Clare

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If I Was Harsh With You, It Was Because I Cannot Bear To See You Treat Yourself As If You Are Worth Nothing. Whatever Part You Might Act To The Contrary, I See You As You Really Are, My Blood Brother. Not Just Better Than You Pretend To Be, But Better Than Most People Could Hope To Be.

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Was That Will?" She Said Finally. Henry Arched One Ginger Eyebrow. "perhaps He's Been Kidnapped And Replaced By An Automaton," He Suggested. "it Seems Possible..." For Once Charlotte Could Only Find Herself In Agreement.

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You Have Something On Your Neck. What Looks Like A Bite Mark, What Were You Doing Out All Night, Anyway? Nothing. I Went Walking In The Park. Tried To Clear My Head. And Ran Into A Vampire What? No! I Fell. On Your Neck?

I Love You. And I Don't Want To Lose You.

The Cycle Hit The Beach And Spun Out. Emma Went Into A Rolling Crouch As She Flew Free Of It, Keeping Her Elbows In, Pushing The Air Hard Out Of Her Lungs. She Turned Her Head As She Hit The Sand, Slapping Her Palms Down To Roll Herself Forward, Absorbing The Impact Of The Fall Through Her Arms And Shoulders, Her Knees Folding Up Into Her Chest. The Stars Wheeled Crazily Overhead As She Spun, Sucking In Her Breath As Her Body Slowed Its Rolling. She Came To A Stop On Her Back, Her Hair And Clothes Full Of Sand And Her Ears Full Of The Sound Of The Wildly Crashing Ocean.

While The Clave Disapproves Of Trespassers, Oddly They Take An Even Darker View Of Beheading And Skinning People. They're Peculiar That Way.

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.

I Love Round Tables. They Suit Me So Much Better Than A Square.

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?

Alec Would Have Said He Could Have Benefited From A Bit More In The Way Of Constructive Cowardice.

A Little Girl Robbed You?" Tessa Said. "actually, She Wasn’t A Little Girl At All, As It Turns Out, But A Midget In A Dress With A Penchant For Violence, Who Goes By The Name Of Six-fingered Nigel." "easy Mistake To Make," Jem Said.

Her Name Rang In Will's Mind Like The Chime Of A Bell; He Wondered If Any Other Name On Earth Had Such An Inescapable Resonance To It. She Couldn't Have Been Named Something Awful, Could She, Like Mildred. He Couldn't Imagine Lying Awake At Night, Staring Up At The Ceiling While Invisible Voices Whispered 'mildred' In His Ears. But Tessa--

I Can Tell You That The End Of Life Is The Some Of The Love That Was Lived In It.

There Was A Man Once Who Said That Mothers Carry The Key Of Our Souls With Them All Our Lives. But You Threw Mine Away

To Lose An Arm Or A Leg Would Be Painful, But To Lose The Central Truth Of Your Life Felt—fatal.

They Had Met At A Club Fifteen Years Before, Etta And Magnus. He Had Convinced Her To Dance With Him, And She Said She Had Been In Love By The End Of The Song. He Told Her He Had Been In Love Before The Beginning.

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.

You Can Take Your Law," She Said In A Measured Tone, "and Shove It Right Up Your-

I Thought I'd Lie On The Floor And Writhe In Pain For A While," He Grunted, "it Relaxes Me." "it Does? Oh - You're Being Sarcastic. That's A Good Sign Probably.

She Smiled Smugly. “we Came To An Agreement, The Duck And I.

You’re Attacking That One Like A Wolverine.

She Supposed They Were Imperfections, Those Marks, But They Didn't Feel That Way To Her; They Were A History, Cut Into His Body: The Map Of A Life Of Endless War.

I Know What I'm Asking. For You To Find A Needle In - God, Not Even A Haystack. A Needle In A Tower Of Other Needles." "plunge Your Hand In A Tower Of Needles," Said Magnus, "and You Are Likely To Cut Yourself Badly. Are You Sure This Is What You Want?

I Love You, Tessa, And I Have Loved You, Almost Since The Moment I Met You.

Every Book Is Different With It's Own Personality Just Like Children.

Sophie Has A Gift," She Said. "she Has The Sight. She Can See What Others Do Not. In Her Old Life She Often Wondered If She Was Mad. Now She Knows That She Is Not Mad But Special. There, She Was Only A Parlor Maid, Who Would Likely Have Lost Her Position Once Her Looks Had Faded. Now She Is A Valued Member Of Our Household, A Gifted Girl With Much To Contribute.

It Was Strange How Your World Could Shift On Its Axis And Everything You Trusted Could Invert Itself In What Seemed Like No Time At All.

They Also Said She Was Unconscious And That Valentine Wasn’t Happy About It. He Seems To Be Waiting For Her To Wake Up.” “i’d Stay Unconscious If I Were Her,” Isabelle Muttered.

She Hated That Will Had This Effect On Her. Hated It. She Knew Better. She Knew What He Thought Of Her. That She Was Worth Nothing. And Still A Look From Him Could Make Her Tremble With Mingled Hatred And Longing. It Was Like Poison In Her Blood, To Which Jem Was The Only Antidote.

I Feel Like You Can Look Inside Me And See All The Places I Am Odd Or Unusual And Fit Your Heart Around Them, For You Are Odd And Unusual In Just The Same Way. We Are The Same.

Dear God,” Said Will, Looking From Charlotte To Nate And Back Again. “is There Anything That Makes Women Sillier Than The Sight Of A Wounded Young Man?” Tessa Slitted Her Eyes At Him. “you Might Want To Clean The Rest Of The Blood Of Your Face Before You Continue Arguing In That Vein.” Will Threw His Arms Up In The Air And Stalked Off. Charlotte Looked At Tessa, A Half Smile Curving The Side Of Her Mouth. “i Must Say, I Rather Like The Way You Manage Will.” Tessa Shook Her Head. “no One Manages Will.

(jace) "is There Anything Special You Want To See? Paris? Budapest? The Leaning Tower Of Pisa?" Only If It Falls On Sebastian's Head, She Thought.

I Can't - I'll Chop Off My Own Foot!" "if You're Going To Chop Off Anyone's Foot, Chop Off Benedict's," Will Muttered.

You Left Me. You Made A Pet Out Of Me, And Then You Left Me. If Love Were Food, I Would Have Starved On The Bones You Gave Me.

He's Probably Never Met A Six-foot Tall Hot Elf-women In A Fur Bikini Either.

Love Potions? For Will Herondale? T’aint My Way To Turn Down Payment, But Any Man Who Looks Like You Has Got No Need Of Love Potions, And That’s A Fact.

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

Jace, Clary Thought, Was The Sort Of Person Who Liked It When Things Were Happening, Even Things That Were Bad

He'll Come Back," Simon Said Again. "for You.

Jessamine Recoiled From The Paper As If It Were A Snake. "a Lady Does Not Read The Newspaper. The Society Pages, Perhaps, Or The Theater News. Not This Filth." "but You Are Not A Lady, Jessamine---," Charlotte Began. "dear Me," Said Will. "such Harsh Truths So Early In The Morning Cannot Be Good For The Digestion.

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

Tessa Was Only Half Way Down The Corridor When They Caught Up To Her -will And Jem, Walking On Either Side Of Her. "you Didn't Really Think We Weren't Going To Come Along, Did You?" Will Asked, Raising His Hand And Letting His Witchlight Fare Up Between His Fingers, Lighting The Corridor To Daylight Brightness. Charlotte, Hurrying Along Ahead Of Them, Turned And Frowned, But Said Nothing. "i Know You Can't Leave Anything Well Alone," Tessa Replied, Looking Straight Ahead. "but I Though Better Of Jem." "where Will Goes, I Go," Jem Said Good-naturedly. "and Besides, I'm As Curious As He Is.

He Caught Her As If He Were Used To Catching Fainting Girls, As If He Did It Everyday.

Sophie," He Said, And When She Gave Him A Stern Look, He Took A Hasty Swig Of The Posset. “miss Collins. I Have Not Yet Had A Chance To Properly Apologize To You, So Let Me Take It Now. Please Forgive Me For The Trick I Played On You With The Scones. I Did Not Mean To Show You Disrespect. I Hope You Do Not Imagine I Think Any Less Of You For Your Position In The Household, For You Are One Of The Finest And Bravest Ladies I Have Ever Had The Pleasure Of Knowing.

Magnus Didn't Really Want This Kind Of Thing This Early In The Morning - This Talk Of Aching Memories And Wanting To Forget. This Conversation Needed To End, Now.

You're A Disaster For Us, Clary! You're A Mundane, You'll Always Be One, You'll Never Be A Shadowhunter! You Don't Know How To Think Like We Do, Think About What's Best For Everyone-- All You Think About Is Yourself! But There's A War Now, Or There Will Be, And I Don't Have Time Or The Inclination To Follow Around After You, Trying To Make Sure You Don't Get Us Killed! Go Home, Clary. Go Home!

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