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Let Me Say To You What I Said Once, In An Entirely Different Context To Catherine The Great," Magnus Declared. "my Dear Lady, You Cannot Afford Me,and Also, Please Leave That Horse Alone. Good Night.

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Let Me Say To You What I Said Once, In An Entirely Different Context To Catherine The Great," Magnus Declared. "my Dear Lady, You Cannot Afford Me,and Also, Please Leave That Horse Alone. Good Night.

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The Past Is Nothing To [the Young], Not Even Another Country As It Is To The Old, Or Even A Nightmare As It Is To The Guilty.

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I Have A Dress Fitting To Get To At Three.' (simon) 'cool,' Said Kyle, Slinging His Messenger Bag Over His Shoulder And Heading For The Door. 'get Them To Make You Something In Red. It's Totally Your Color.

Well,” Tessa Said, Sighting Along The Line Of The Knife, “you Behave As If You Dislike Me. In Fact, You Behave As If You Dislike Us All.” “i Don’t,” Gabriel Said. “i Just Dislike Him.” He Pointed At Will. “dear Me,” Said Will, And He Took Another Bite Of His Apple. “is It Because I’m Better-looking Than You?

And The Answer Is Yes. I Have Loved You. I Always Have, And I Always Will.

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I Really Wish You Hadn't Worn That Sweater,'he Muttered Into Her Ear. 'it's Good Practice For You,' She Replied,her Lips Moving Against His Skin. 'tomorrow,fishnets.' Against Her Side,warm And Familiar,she Felt Him Laugh.

It's Too Late," She Said. "don't Say That." His Voice Was Half A Whisper. "i Love You, Tessa. I Love You.

Filters Are For Cigarrettes And Coffee," Simon Muttered Under His Breath As They Went Inside. "two Things I Could Use Right Now, Incidentally.

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

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Isabelle Glanced Back At Them. "they're Staring At You. Maybe Their Master Died And They're Looking For Another Vampire To Own Them. You Could Have Pets." She Grinned. "or," Simon Said ,"maybe They're Here For The Hash Browns.

If There Is A Life After This One, He Said, Let Me Meet You In It, James Carstairs.

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You Never Cared That I Was Your Sister Before.” “didn’t I?” His Black Eyes Flicked Up And Down Her. “our Father’s Dead,” He Said. “there Are No Other Relatives. You And I, We Are The Last. The Last Of The Morgensterns. You Are The Only One Left Whose Blood Runs In My Veins, Too. You Are My Last Chance.

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Words Were Weapons, His Father Had Taught Him That, And He'd Wanted To Hurt Clary More Than He'd Ever Wanted To Hurt Any Girl. In Fact, He Wasn't Sure He Had Ever Wanted To Hurt A Girl Before. Usually He Just Wanted Them, And Then He Wanted Them To Leave Him Alone.

Okay. I've Got A Good One." Simon Stroked Isabelle's Hair Feeling Her Lashes Flutter Against His Neck As She Closed Her Eyes. "a Long Time Ago, In A Galaxy Far, Far Away.

She Warned Me About Mr. Herondale, Though, Said He’d Likely Be Rude To Me, And Familiar. She Said I Could Be Rude Right Back, That Nobody Would Mind.” “someone Ought To Be Rude To Him. He’s Rude Enough To Everyone Else.

Faeries Are Fallen Angels," Said Dorothea, "cast Down Out Of Heaven For Their Pride." "that's The Legend," Jace Said. "it's Also Said That They're The Offspring Of Demons And Angels, Which Always Seemed More Likely To Me. Good And Evil, Mixing Together. Faeries Are As Beautiful As Angels Are Supposed To Be, But They Have A Lot Of Mischief And Cruelty In Them. And You'll Notice Most Of Them Avoid Midday Sunlight—" "for The Devil Has No Power," Said Dorothea Softly, As If She Were Reciting An Old Rhyme, "except In The Dark.

Dead Bodies Didn't Resemble Unconscious Ones; It Was As If You Could Sense That Something Had Fled From Them, That Some Essential Spark Was Now Missing.

You're Valentine's Son. I'm Sure You're The One The Queen Really Wants To See. Besides, You're Charming. Maybe Not At The Moment.

They Kind Of Look Like Evil Lawn Gnomes

Forever Does Not Make Loss Forgettable, Only Bearable, Brother Zachariah To Clary Fray

Tell Me,” Isabelle Said.“who It Was. That My Father Had The Affair With.

Do You Really Wish To Disobey Me, Marbas? Do You Wish To Anger My Father?

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 -" She Put Her Hand Against His Chest, Just Over His Heart, And Felt Its Beat Against Her Palm, A Unique Time Signature That Was All Its Own. "i Only Wish You Would Not Speak Of Dying," She Said. "but Even For That, Yes, I Know How You Are With Your Words, And, Will- I Love All Of Them. Every Word You Say. The Silly Ones, The Mad Ones, The Beautiful Ones, And The Ones That Are Only For Me. I Love Them, And I Love You.

Hi, I'm One Of The Knife-carrying Hooligans You Met Last Night In Pandemonium? I'm Afraid I Made A Bad Impression And Was Hoping You'd Give Me A Chance To Make It Up To-" "simon!

Clary: Now That I'm In Your Mind, Want To See Some Mental Pictures Of Jace? Simon: I Heard That And No... You've Seen Him Naked? Clary: Well Not Entirely But- Simon: Enough

If No One In The Entire World Cared About You, Did You Really Exist At All?

Alec Keeps Sending Me Annoying Photos. Lots Of Captions Like Wish You Were Here, Except Not Really.

I See You're Trying To Distract Me From The Real Point Here," Magnus Said Instead. "you Had A Birthday - A Perfect Excuse For Me To Throw One Of My Famous Parties - And You Didn't Even Tell Me About It?

If There's A Thing I've Learned In My Life It's To Not Be Afraid Of The Responsibility That Comes With Caring For Other People. What We Do For Love: Those Things Endure. Even If The People You Do Them For Don't

This Time Clary Concentrated, Trying To Focus Her Mind On Simon-the Simon-ness Of Him, The Shape Of The Way He Thought, The Feeling Of Hearing His Voice, The Sence Of Him Close. His Whispers, His Secrets, The Way He Made Her Laugh. 'so', She Thought Conversationally, 'now That I'm In Your Mind, Wnat To See Some Naked Mental Pictures Of Jace?' Simon Jumped. "i Heard That! And, No.

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

Learn From Your Mistakes

In A Closed Urban Fantasy, The Magical World Is Secret And No One Knows About It. In An Open Urban Fantasy, Everyone Knows About It. So With A Closed Fantasy, You Have To Figure Out How The World Keeps Itself Secret, And With An Open One, You Have To Figure Out How Knowledge Of Magic Has Altered The World We Know.

Magnus, Standing By The Door, Snapped His Fingers Impatiently. "move It Along, Teenagers. The Only Person Who Gets To Canoodle In My Bedroom Is My Magnificent Self." "canoodle?" Repeated Clary, Never Having Heard The Word Before. "magnificent?" Repeated Jace, Who Was Just Being Nasty. Magnus Growled. The Growl Sounded Like "get Out.

Alec Watched Them Through The Half-open Door, Jace Leaned Against The Sink As His Adoptive Sister Sponged His Wrists And Wrapped Them In A White Gauze. “okay, Now Take Off Your Shirt.” (isabelle) “i Knew There Was Something In This For You.” (jace) ~pg. 329~

A Pair Of Werewolves Occupied Another Booth. They Were Eating Raw Shanks Of Lamb And Arguing About Who Would Win In A Fight: Dumbledore From Harry Potter Books Or Magnus Bane. "dumbledore Would Totally Win," Said The First One. "he Has The Badass Killing Curse." The Second Lycanthrope Made A Trenchant Point. "but Dumbledore Isn't Real." "i Don't Think Magnus Bane Is Real Either," Scoffed The First. "have You Ever Met Him?" "this Is So Weird," Said Clary, Slinking Down In Her Seat. "are You Listening To Them?" "no. It's Rude To Eavesdrop," Said Jace.

Aline: "he's Cute, For A Downworlder" Sebastian: "you'll Have To Forgive Her; She Has The Face Of An Angel And The Manners Of A Moloch Demon

He Produced A Handkerchief—crisply Folded—and Handed It To Her. She Took It With Silent Astonishment. She’d Never Before Known Anyone Who Carried A Handkerchief.

I Have A High Pain Threshold. In Fact, It's More Of A Large And Tastfully Decorated Foyer Than A Threshold. But I Do Get Easily Bored

There She Is." Alec Spotted His Sister And Waved Her Over, Looking Relieved. "over Here. And Watch Out For The Phouka." "watch Out For The Phouka?" Jace Repeated, Glancing Toward A Thin Brown-skinned Man In A Green Paisley Vest Who Eyed Isabelle Thoughtfully As She Walked By. "he Pinched Me When I Passed Him Earlier," Alec Said Stiffly. "in A Highly Personal Area." "i Hate To Break It To You, But If He's Interested In Your Highly Personal Areas, He Probably Isn't Interested In Your Sister's.

I Don't Care What You Do. As Long As You Know You Belong To Me.

Here's A Hot Tip: Most Girls Don't Like Being Stalked.

He Felt His Heart, Which No Longer Beat, Contract, And He Wondered If There Was Anything In The World As Painful As Not Being Able To Protect The People You Loved.

I'm Not Sure That's Such A Great Idea." Luke Said. "it's A Fabulous Idea." Jace Dropped The Paper Back Onto The Table, And Began To Slide Off His Jacket. "i've Got A Stele We Can Use. Who Wants To Do Me?" "a Regrettable Choice Of Words," Magnus Muttered.

Trying To Read His Face. It Was Like A Book Written In A Foreign Language She'd Studied All Too Briefly.

Jace Perched On The Windowsill And Looked Down At Him. "you Really Don't Get This Bodyguard Thing, Do You?" "i Didn't Even Think You Liked Me All That Much," Said Simon. "is This One Of Those Keep-your-friends-close-and-your-enemies-closer Things?" "i Thought It Was Keep Your Friends Close So You Have Someone To Drive The Car When You Sneak Over To Your Enemy's House A Night And Throw Up In His Mailbox." "i'm Pretty Sure That's Not It

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.

He Leaned Against The Door Frame, Ignoring The Kick Of Adrenaline The Sight Of Her Produced. He Wondered Why, Not For The First Time. Isabelle Used Her Beauty Like She Used Her Whip, But Clary Didn't Know She Was Beautiful At All. Maybe That Was Why.

You Had Every Right To Be. He Raised His Eyes To Look At Her And She Was Suddenly And Strangely Reminded Of Being Four Years Old At The Beach, Crying When The Wind Came Up And Blew Away The Castle She Had Made. Her Mother Had Told Her She Could Make Another One If She Liked, But It Hadn't Stopped Her Crying Because What She Had Thought Was Permanent Was Not Permanent After All, But Only Made Out Of Sand That Vanished At The Touch Of Wind And Water.

Aren't You, Uh..." Clary Searched For The Right Word. "reproducing?

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.

And You Should Not Be Out And About In Your Nightgown. There Are Lightwoods Wandering These Halls.

There Was Something Peculiarly Gratifying About Shouting In A Blind Rage Until Your Words Ran Out. Of Course, The Aftermath Was Less Pleasant. Once You'd Told Everyone You Hated Them And Not To Come After You, Where Exactly Did You Go?

She Had Made The Choice For Him - In A Moment Of Flight And Panic, But She Had Made It - Not Realizing That Her Jace Would Rather Die Than Be Like This, And That She'd Been Not So Much Saving His Life As Damning Him To An Existence He Would Despise.

Forever And Ever, Brother, Hail. Forever And Ever, Farewell.

I Want What You Want. Whenever You Want It.

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

Do Not Seek Revenge And Call It Justice.

If People Ever Look Down Upon You For Crying For Fictional Characters, You Should Give Them A Gentle, Pitying Look And Feel Bad For Them. If They've Never Cried For A Fictional Character, Then They've Never Loved One (and What A Joy That Is). If They've Never Cried At A Book, A Movie, A Piece Of Music, Then They've Missed One Of The Great Pleasures Life Has To Offer. Just Because Fiction Does Not Contain Things That Are Real Doesn't Mean It Doesn't Contain Truth, And We Find It Through The Alchemy Of Our Tears.

I Don't Remember Ordering The Bride Of An Evil Maniac," Said Magnus. "it Was Definitely Beef And Broccoli. What About You, Tessa? Did You Order The Bride Of An Evil Maniac?

Being Jem, Tessa Reflected, Must Be A Great Deal Like Being The Owner Of A Thouroughbred Dog That Liked To Bite Your Guests. You Had To Have A Hand On His Collar Constantly.

Are You The One With The Blue Eyes?" "actually, My Eyes Are Usually Described As Golden...and Luminous.

Demon Pox, Oh, Demon Pox Just How Is It Acquired? One Must First Go To The Bad Part Of Town Until One Is Very Tired Demon Pox, Oh, Demon Pox I Had It All Along- No, Not The Pox, You Foolish Blocks I Meant This Very Song- For I Was Right, And You Were Wrong!

It Would Be One Thing If I Had Been Cursed So That Everyone I Loved Would Die," Said Will. "i Could Keep Myself From Loving. To Keep Others From Caring For Me--it Is An Odd, Exhausting Procedure.

Charlotte Leaned Forward Across The Table. “the Dark Sisters Never Mentioned What Use They Intended To Make Of Your Abilities, Did They?” “you Know About The Magister.” Tessa Said. “they Said They Were Preparing Me For Him.” “for Him To Do What?” Will Asked. “eat You For Dinner?” Tessa Shook Her Head. “to – To Marry Me, They Said.” “to Marry You?” Jessamine Was Openly Scornful. “that’s Ridiculous. They Were Probably Going To Blood Sacrifice You And Didn’t Want You To Panic.” (page 78)

What’s Your Name, Then? ”tessa Looked At Him In Disbelief. “what’s My Name?” “don’t You Know It?

She Opened Her Mouth To Answer, But He Was Already Kissing Her. She Had Kissed Him So Many Times—soft Gentle Kisses, Hard And Desperate Ones, Brief Brushes Of The Lips That Said Good-bye, And Kisses That Seemed To Go On For Hours—and This Was No Different. The Way The Memory Of Someone Who Had Once Lived In A House Might Linger Even After They Were Gone, Like A Sort Of Psychic Imprint, Her Body Remembered Jace. Remembered The Way He Tasted, The Slant Of His Mouth Over Hers, His Scars Under Her Fingers, The Shape Of His Body Under Her Hands.

Did You Ever Think That In A Past Life Alec Was An Old Woman With Ninety Cats Who Was Always Yelling At The Neighborhood Kids To Get Off Her Lawn? Because I Do.

Carstairs Is Alright, I Suppose. If You Like That Sort.” “oh?” “the Taken. The Uninterested.” “as Opposed To… You, Gabriel?” “well, Yes.

You’re Attacking That One Like A Wolverine.

Will’s Hand Looked Brown And Sunburnt By Contrast, Their Fingers Dovetailed Together Like Piano Keys.

Clary Found Herself Wondering If The Forsaken Were Edible.

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