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Remember When You Fell Out Of That Tree On The Farm When You Were Ten, And Broke Your Arm? Remember How He Made Them Let Him Ride With You In The Ambulance On The Way To The Hospital? He Kicked And Yelled Till They Gave In.” “you Laughed,” Said Clary, Remembering, “and My Mom Hit You In The Shoulder.” “it Was Hard Not To Laugh. Determination Like That In A 10-year-old Is Something To See. He Was Like A Pit Bull.” “if Pit Bulls Wore Glasses And Were Allergic To Ragweed.” -luke And Clary Talking About Simon, Pg.211-

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Remember When You Fell Out Of That Tree On The Farm When You Were Ten, And Broke Your Arm? Remember How He Made Them Let Him Ride With You In The Ambulance On The Way To The Hospital? He Kicked And Yelled Till They Gave In.” “you Laughed,” Said Clary, Remembering, “and My Mom Hit You In The Shoulder.” “it Was Hard Not To Laugh. Determination Like That In A 10-year-old Is Something To See. He Was Like A Pit Bull.” “if Pit Bulls Wore Glasses And Were Allergic To Ragweed.” -luke And Clary Talking About Simon, Pg.211-

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Speaking Of Hope, Did You See That Shot Alec Got Off With His Bow? That's My Boyfriend." He Beamed And Wiggled His Fingers; Blue Sparks Shot From Them. He Shone All Over. Only Magnus, Simon Thought Resignedly, Would Have Access To Sequined Battle Armor.

I Curse You," It Said. "all Who Love You Will Die. Their Love Will Be Their Destruction. It May Take Moments, It May Take Years, But Any Who Look Upon You With Love Will Die Of It, Unless You Remove Yourself From Them Forever. And I Shall Begin It With Her." It Snarled In Ella’s Direction, And Vanished.

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Where's Magnus?" He Said. As He Looked Toward The Kitchen, Clary Saw A Bruise On His Jaw, Below His Ear, About The Size Of A Thumbprint. "alec!" Magnus Came Skidding Into The Living Room And Blew A Kiss To His Boyfriend Across The Room. Having Discarded His Slippers, He Was Barefoot Now. His Cat's Eyes Shone As He Looked At Alec.

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We Live And Breathe Words. .... It Was Books That Made Me Feel That Perhaps I Was Not Completely Alone. They Could Be Honest With Me, And I With Them. Reading Your Words, What You Wrote, How You Were Lonely Sometimes And Afraid, But Always Brave; The Way You Saw The World, Its Colors And Textures And Sounds, I Felt-i Felt The Way You Thought, Hoped, Felt, Dreamt. I Felt I Was Dreaming And Thinking And Feeling With You. I Dreamed What You Dreamed, Wanted What You Wanted-and Then I Realized That Truly I Just Wanted You

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Who Do We Belong With But Each Other?

Beautiful. He'd Called Her Beautiful. Nobody Had Ever Called Her That Before, Except Her Mother, Which Didn't Count. Mothers Were Required To Think You Were Beautiful.

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.

Your Trusting Idiocy Knows No Bounds

I Know It's Wrong - God, It's All Kinds Of Wrong - But I Just Want To Lie Down With You And Wake Up With You, Just Once, Just Once Ever In My Life.

He Remembered Simon Warning Him, With Wryness, That Clary Had The Nuclear Bomb Of Boyfriends.

I Would Have Given It Up--all Of It Up--to Be Married To You For A Day. A Day That Would Never Have Come. You Are A Reminder--a Reminder Of Everything I Am Losting. The Life I Will Not Have.

You Know How The Bonds Of Family Are, My Lady... They Cling As Tightly As Vines. And Sometimes, Like Vines, They Cling Tightly Enough To Kill.

Anything?" She Laughed. "like What Kind Of Anything Did You Want?" "well, When I Was Five, I Wanted To Take A Bath In Spaghetti." -clary & Jace, Pg.310-

Jocelyn Recognized Reading As A Sacred Pastime And Usually Wouldn't Interrupt Clary In The Middle Of A Book, Even To Yell At Her.

Jace Laughed, That Soft Rich Sound Clary Loved So Much. "i'm Warning You, That Jacket Is Sexy. The Institute Could Go Up In Sexy, Sexy Flames.

It’s Like A Cotillion, This Partners Business, Except With Killing.” “so, Exactly Like A Cotillion,” Said Simon.

Before Simon Could Answer, He Heard The Sound Of The Front Door Opening. He Looked Daggers At Jace. "that's My Roommate. Kyle. Be Nice." Jace Smiled Charmingly. "i'm Always Nice.

I Would Give You Everything Of Myself. I Would Give You More In Two Weeks Than Most Men Would Give You In A Lifetime.

I Would Have Thought Even A Certified Idiot Like Gabriel Here Would Have Taken Account Of It And Notified Someone." "notified Who?" Asked Jem, Not Unreasonably. He Had Moved Closer To Tessa As The Conversation Had Continued. As They Stood Side By Side, The Backs Of Their Hands Brushed. "the Clave. The Postman. Us. Anyone," Said Will, Shooting An Irritated Look At Gabriel, Who Was Starting To Get Some Color Back And Looked Furious. "i Am Not A Certified Idiot—" "lack Of Certification Hardly Proves Intelligence," Will Muttered.

You Could Say Anything You Wanted To Someone You Thought You Were Never Going To See Again.

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?

I've Met An Attractive Weasel Or Two In My Time. He Looks More Like A Rat." -pg.170-

All I Know Is That I Love You. And For The First Time, That's Good Enough.

She Had Thought She Was Going To Save Her Mother, And Now There Was Going To Be Nothing For Her To Do But Sit By Her Mother's Bedside, Hold Her Limp Hand, And Home Someone Else, Somewhere Else, Would Be Able To Do What She Couldn't.

Magnus, You Were Trying To Flirt With Your Own Plate." "i'm A Very Open-minded Sort Of Fellow!" "ragnor Is Not," Catarina Said. "when He Found Out That You Were Feeding Us Guinea Pigs, He Hit You Over The Head With Your Plate. It Broke." "so Ended Our Love," Magnus Said. "ah, Well. It Would Have Never Worked Between Me And The Plate Anyway.

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.

So You Interrupted My Date To Make Fun Of Me For Still Living With My Parents. Couldn't You Have Done That On A Night I Didn't Have A Date? That's Most Nights, In Case You're Curious.

He'd Woken Up The Next Day In The City Hospital With Magnus Bane Staring Down At Him With An Odd Expression--it Could Have Been Deep Concern Or Merely Curiosity, It Was Hard To Tell With Magnus.

He Held Her Close Enough To Kiss, Close Enough To Whisper The Most Important Secrets In The World, And He Spoke To Her As He Would Have Wanted Some Good Angel To Speak To His Family, To His Own Shivering Young Soul, Long Ago And In A Land Far Away.

He Was Standing Leaning Against The Door Frame; Now He Stood Up Straight. "how Should I Have Kissed You? Is There An Other Way You Like It?

Another Vampire Pushed Her Way Through The Crowd To Stand At His Side—a Pretty Blue-haired Asian Girl In A Silver Foil Skirt. Clary Wondered If There Were Any Ugly Vampires, Or Maybe Any Fat Ones. Maybe They Didn't Make Vampires Out Of Ugly People. Or Maybe Ugly People Just Didn't Want To Live Forever.

Have You Fallen In Love With Wrong Person Yet?

Weakness And Corruption Isn't In The World," Clary Snapped. "it's In People. And It Always Will Be. The World Just Needs Good People To Balance It Out. And You're Planning To Kill Them All.

You Bled On The Speaking Stars ...i Bet There's A Law Somewhere About That.

It's Like Banging My Head Against The Wall, Except If I Were Actually Banging My Head On A Wall, I'd Be Able To Make Myself Stop.

You're So Easy To Tease. And Yes, Your Friend Is Just Fine. Well, Except That He Keeps Putting All My Things Away And Trying To Clean Up. Now I Can't Find Anything. He's Compulsive.

What's This?" "that's A Mango." Simon Stared At Jace. Sometimes It Really Is Like Shadowhunters Were From An Alien Planet. "i Don't Think I've Seen One Of Those That Wasn't Already Cut Up," Jace Mused. "i Like Mangoes." Simon Grabbed The Mango And Tossed It Into The Cart. "great. What Else Do You Like?" Jace Pondered For A Moment. "tomato Soup," He Said Finally. "tomato Soup? You Want Tomato Soup And A Mango For Dinner?" Jace Shrugged. "i Don't Really Care About Food.

In The End That Was The Choice You Made, And It Doesn't Matter How Hard It Was To Make It. It Matters That You Did.

It's Always Better To Live The Truth Than To Live A Lie.

Am I Blind?" Will's Voice Floated Out Of The Darkness, Tinged With Annoyance. "i'm Not Going To Be At All Pleased If You've Blinded Me, Henry.

Perhaps, But You Would Not Exist Without A Woman, Would You? However Little Use You May Find Us, We Are Cleverer And More Determined And More Patient Than Men. Men May Be Stronger, But It Is Women Who Endure.

Well That's Convenient, I Guess Blessings Are Easier To Come By Than I Thought. Maybe I Should Ask For Blessings On My Mission Against All Those Who Wear White After Labor Day

I Am Not Going To Live, And I Can Choose To Be As Much For Her As I Can Be, To Burn As Brightly For Her As I Wish, And For A Shorter Time, Than To Burden Her With Someone Only Half-alive For A Longer Time. I Is My Choice, William, And You Cannot Make It For Me.

Dear Alec And Magnus, I Known We're Not Really Close, But Isabelle Just Came By To Drop Off A Pleated Orange Velvet Tux That She Claims I Will Be Wearing To Your Wedding. Is This True, And If So, Why Orange? -simon

Alec And Magnus

Simon: 'you Know Men. We Have Delicate Egos.' Clary: 'i Wouldn't Describe Jace's Ego As Delicate.' Simon: 'no, Jace's Is Sort Of The Antiaircraft Artillery Tank Of Male Egos.

You're The First Shadowhunter I've Ever Met." “that’s Too Bad,” Said Jace, “since All The Others You Meet From Now On Will Be A Terrible Letdown.

Vampires Bore A Grudge Longer Than Any Technically Living Creatures, And Whenever They Were In A Bad Temper, They Expressed Themselves Through Murder.

Some People Value Sentiments Over Diamonds.

He Had Become A Monster. You Just Couldn't See It...because It Wore The Face Of A Friend.

Mortality, Behold, And Fear, What A Change Of Flesh Is Here! Think How Many Royal Bones Sleep Within This Heap Of Stones.

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-

The Only Alternative Seems To Be Doing Nothing…and Doing Nothing, I Find, Rarely Accomplishes Anything

Will’s Eyes Met Tessa’s As She Came Closer, Almost Tripping Again Over The Torn Hem Of Her Gown. For A Moment, They Were In Perfect Understanding. Jem Was What They Could Still Look Each Other Straight In The Eye About. On The Topic Of Jem, They Were Both Fierce And Unyielding. Tessa Saw Will’s Hand Tighten On Jem’s Sleeve. “she’s Here,” He Said. Jem’s Eyes Opened Slowly. Tessa Fought To Keep The Look Of Shock From Her Face. His Pupils Were Blown Out, His Irises A Thin Ring Of Silver Around The Black. “ni Shou Shang Le Ma, Quin Ai De?” He Whispered.

There Was Something Peculiarly Gratifying About Shouting In A Blind Rage Until Your Words Ran Out.

We're Called Shadowhunters. At Least, That's What We Call Ourselves. The Downworlders Have Less Complimentary Names For Us.

Amor Verus Numquam Moritur: True Love Never Dies

Love Never Dies

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Jace Snorted So Loudly That She Turned On Him With A Frown. He Wiggled His Mud-caked Fingers At Her. His Nails Were Black Crescents. "filthy Inside And Out.

Clary: "he Wanted Me To Come With Him. To Join Him And Sebastain. I Guess He Wants Their Evil Little Duo To Be A Little Evil Trio." She Shrugged. "maybe He's Lonely. Sebastian Cant Be The Greatest Company. Magnus: We Don't Know That. He Could Be Absolutely Fantastic At Scrabble.

Magnus Gazed Upon Camille. "some Of My Fondest Memories Include Lashings Of Cream And Beautiful Women.

I Learned To Play The Instruments Of War," He Said, "and Paint In Blood.

Kissing Simon Was Pleasant. It Was A Gentle Sort Of Pleasant, Like Lying In A Hammock On A Summer Day With A Book And A Glass Of Lemonade

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