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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?

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How Are You Feeling?" "like Someone Massaged Me With A Cheese Grater." -clary & Simon, Pg.297-

I’d Rather Have You In My Life Even As A Brother Than Not At All—

I Choose To Be With Him For However Many Days Or Minutes We Are Granted, And To Count Myself Blessed To Have Them.

I'll Just Be Your Brother From Now On." He Said, Looking At Her With A Hopeful Expectation That She Would Be Pleased, Which Made Her Want To Scream That He Was Smashing Her Heart Into Pieces And He Had To Stop. "that's What You Wanted, Isn't It?" It Took Her A Long Time To Answer, And When She Did, Her Own Voice Sounded Like An Echo, Coming From Very Far Away. "yes," She Said, And She Heard The Rush Of Waves In Her Ears And Her Eyes Stung As If From Sand Or Salt Spray. "that's What I Wanted.

They Think They're Better Than Everyone Else." "no," Said Jace. "i Think I'm Better Than Everyone Else. An Opinion That Has Been Backed Up With Ample Evidence." Kyle Looked At Simon. "does He Always Talk Like This?" "yes.

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Simon: So Were You Following Me? Or Is It Just An Amazing Coincidence That You Happened To Be On The Roof Of A Building I Was Walking By When I Got Attacked? Jace: I Was Following You. Simon: Is This The Part Where You Tell Me You're Secretly In Love With Me?

Black For Hunting Through The Night For Death And Sorrow, The Color’s White Gold For A Bride In Her Wedding Gown, And Red To Call Enchantment Down.

You Know," Kirk Said Finally, Breaking The Silence. "i See It. He Is Pretty Hot.

If You Really Love Something, You Never Try To Keep It The Way It Is Forever. You Have To Let It Be Free To Change.

You Love Him As A Falcon Loves His Master Who Binds And Blinds It.

Black For Hunting Through The Night For Death And Mourning The Color's White Gold For A Bride In Her Wedding Gown And Red To Call The Enchantment Down White Silk When Our Bodies Burn Blue Banners When The Lost Return Flame For The Birth Of A Nephilim And To Wash Away Our Sins. Gray For The Knowledge Best Untold Bone For Those Who Don't Grow Old Saffron Lights The Victory March Green To Mend Our Broken Hearts Silver For The Demon Towers And Bronze To Summon Wicked Powers -shadowhunter Children's Rhyme

Every Life Is Finite, Will.

Downworld?" Tessa Echoed, Puzzled. "is That A Place In London?" "never Mind That," Said Will. "i'm Boasting Of My Investigative Skills, And I Would Prefer To Do It Without Interruption.

And Maybe It Would Have Bitten You In Half," Said Will. "what You Are Describing, The Transformation Into A Demon, Is The Last Stage Of The Pox." "will!" Charlotte Threw Up Her Hands. "why Didn't You Say So?" "you Know, The Books On Demon Pox Are In The Library," Will Said With An Injured Tone. "i Wasn't Preventing Anyone From Reading Them." "yes, But If Benedict Was Going To Turn Into An Enormous Serpent, You'd Think You Could At Least Have Mentioned It," Said Charlotte. "as A Matter Of General Interest.

It's My Motto," Said Isabelle, With A Sultry Smile. 'nothing Less Than Seven Inches.' Meliorn Gazed At Her Stonily. 'i'm Talking About My Heels,' She Said. " It's A Pun. You Know? A Play On-" "come," The Faerie Knight Said. "the Queen Will Be Growing Impatient." He Headed Down The Corridor Without Giving Isabelle A Second Glance. "i Forgot," Isabelle Muttered As The Rest Of Them Caught Up To Her. " Faeries Have No Sense Of Humor." "oh, I Wouldn't Say That," Said Jace. "there's A Pixie Night Club Called Hot Wings. Not," He Added," That I Have Ever Been There.

Must You Go? I Was Rather Hoping You'd Stay And Be A Ministering Angel, But If You Must Go, You Must." "i'll Stay," Will Said A Bit Crossly, And Threw Himself Down In The Armchair Tessa Had Just Vacated. "i Can Minister Angelically." "none Too Convincingly. And You're Not As Pretty To Look At As Tessa Is," Jem Said, Closing His Eyes As He Leaned Back Against The Pillow. "how Rude. Many Who Have Gazed Upon Me Have Compared The Experience To Gazing At The Radiance Of The Sun." Jem Still Had His Eyes Closed. "if They Mean It Gives You A Headache, They Aren't Wrong.

You Promise Me, He Said. That You Love Him. Enough To Marry Him And Make Him Happy.

Every Teenager In The World Feels Like That, Feels Broken Or Out Of Place, Different Somehow, Royalty Mistakenly Born Into A Family Of Peasants. The Difference In Your Case Is That It's True.

He Took Something Out Of His Jacket And Handed It To Her. It Was A Long Thin Dagger In A Leather Sheath. The Hilt Of The Dagger Was Set With A Single Red Stone Carved In The Shape Of A Rose. She Shook Her Head. "i Wouldn't Even Know How To Use That--" He Pressed It Into Her Hand, Curling Her Fingers Around It. "you'd Learn." He Dropped His Voice. "it's In Your Blood." She Drew Her Hand Back Slowly. "all Right." "i Could Give You A Thigh Sheath To Put That In," Isabelle Offered. "i've Got Tons." "certainly Not," Said Simon.

The Surface Of The Pond Was Green With Fallen Leaves. "how Could You Have Been Happy There? I Know What You Thought, But Valentine Was A Terrible Father. He Killed Your Pets, Lied To You, And I Know He Hit You- Don't Even Try To Pretend He Didn't." A Flicker Of A Smile Ghosted Across Jace's Face. "only On Alternate Thursdays.

Is This The Part Where You Start Tearing Off Strips Of Your Shirt To Bind My Wounds?" "if You Wanted Me To Rip My Clothes Off, You Should Have Just Asked.

He Lifted The Violin To His Shoulder Then, And Raised The Bow. And He Played.

No One Can Live With Nothing.

He Was Wearing A Look That She Found Odd And Compelling - That Amusement That Didn’t Seem To Pass Beyond The Surface Of His Features, As He Found Everything In The World Both Infinitely Funny And Infinitely Tragic All At The Same Time.

In Fiction, The Actions Of A Villain, Even When Unspeakable, Can Be Cathartic To Read About. They Let Us Experience Darkness, But Add A Safe Remove.

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Isabelle Tugged Her Tank Top Back Down And Glared At Her Brother. “you Don’t Knock Now?” “it’s My Bedroom!” Alec Spluttered.

It Was A Very Bad Idea. It Was A Terrible Idea. It Was The Worst Idea He Had Ever Heard. It Was Irresistible.

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.

Whenever I See Interesting Names, I Jot Them Down. I've Found Them In Lots Of Different Places: On The News, In The Phone Book, Even On Hotel Registry Lists.

Picture This," Said Magnus. "me With A Little Monkey Friend. I Could Teach Him Tricks. I Could Dress Him In A Cunning Jacket. He Could Look Just Like Me! But More Monkey-shaped.

And As For The Lightwoods," Simon Said, "it's Not That I Like Them That Much. I Mean, I Like Isabelle, And I Sort Of Like Alec And Jace, Too. But There's This Girl. And Jace Is Her Brother." When Samuel Replied, He Sounded, For The First Time Genuinely Amused. "isn't There Always A Girl.

You Could Have Had Anything Else In The World, And You Asked For Me." She Smiled Up At Him. Filthy As He Was, Covered In Blood And Dirt, He Was The Most Beautiful Thing She'd Ever Seen. "but I Don't Want Anything Else In The World.

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?

There's Nothing You Could Have Done That Would Cause Me To Cease Loving Either Of You. Will Is Myself, My Own Soul, And If I Am Not To Have The Keeping Of Your Heart, Then There Is Not Other I Would Rather Have That Honor.

I Love You Clary. More Then I Ever-- God. More Than I Probably Should. You Know That, Don't You?

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They Belonged To Each Other Totally, And Always Would, And That Was That. But Maybe Everyone Felt That Way? Until The Moment They Realized They Were Just Like Everyone Else, And Everything They'd Thought Was Real Shattered Apart.

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You're Sitting On My Bed," He Said. "did Yo Think I Was Under It?

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Our Souls Are Knit. We Are One Person, James.

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Maia Pulled On A Braid. "i Ran Into Eric Of All People. He Told Me What Happened And That You'd Backed Out Of Millenium Lint's Gigs For The Past Two Weeks Because Of It." "actually, They Changed Their Name," Jordan Said. "they're Midnight Burrito Now.

I Don't Know Why I Had To Fall In Love With Someone Who's More Stubborn Than I Am.

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

I Don’t Want To Be Nephilim,” Said Jace. “i Want To Be Something Else. Stronger, Faster, Better Than Human. But Different. Not Subservient To The Laws Of An Angel Who Couldn’t Care Less About Us. Free.” He Ran His Hand Through A Curl Of Her Hair. “i’m Happy Now, Clary. Doesn’t That Make A Difference?

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If There Was An Arrow Speeding Toward Will, I Would Be Bound By Oath To Step In Front Of It.' 'handy, That,' Said Will.

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You Know What The Worst Thing I Can Imagine Is? Simon Had Said. Not Trusting Someone I Love.

Jace's Eyes Sparkled, But He Said Calmly, "not At All. The Silent Brothers Can Help Her Retrieve Her Memories." "you Hate The Silent Brothers," Protested Isabelle. "i Don't Hate Them," Said Jace Candidly."i'm Afraid Of Them. It's Not The Same Thing." "i Thought You Said They Were Libarians," Said Clary. "they Are Librarians." Simon Whistled. "those Must Be Some Killer Late Fees.

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Of Course He Loves Me. I’m His Sister.” “blood Isn’t Love,” Said Magnus, And His Voice Was Bitter.

Fate Is Never Fair. You Are Caught In A Current Much Stronger Than You Are; Struggle Against It And You'll Drown Not Just Yourself But Those Who Try To Save You. Swim With It. And You'll Survive

Were You Hugging Clary?" He Looked At Sebastian In Amazement. Sebastian Shrugged. "she's My Sister. I'm Pleased To See Her." "you Don't Hug People," Jace Said. "i Ran Out Of Time To Bake A Casserole.

You Don't Understand,' She Said, And There Was A Puzzling Trace Of Resentment In Her Voice. 'children Never Do. The Love A Parent Has For A Child, There's Nothing Else Like It. No Other Love So Consuming.

Lord Raziel. Surely Yoy Would Not Have Allowed Such A Thing As A Ritual By Wich You Might Be Summoned To Exist If You Did Not Intend To Be Summoned. We Nephilim Are Your Children. We Need Your Guidance

He Grinned. It Was A Wicked Grin, The Kind That Made The Blood In Clary's Veins Run A Little Faster. "you Want To Go On A Date?" Caught Off Guard, She Stammered. "a Wh-what?" "a Date," Jace Repeated. "often 'a Boring Thing You Have To Memorize In History Class,' But In This Case, 'an Offering Of An Evening Of Blisteringly White-hot Romance With Yours Truly." "really?" Clary Was Not Sure What To Make Of This. "blisteringly White-hot?" "it's Me," Said Jace. "watching Me Play Scrabble Is Enough To Make Most Women Swoon. Imagine If I Actually Put In Some Effort.

Mundies Die Awfully Easily, Don't They?" "isabelle, You Know It's Bad Luck To Talk About Death In A Sickroom.

He Will Get Through This, Even If He Thinks He Won't.

He Closed His Eyes. “i’m So Tired, Tess,” He Said. “i Only Wanted Pleasant Dreams For Once.” “that Is Not The Way To Get Them, Will,” She Said Softly. “you Cannot Buy Or Drug Or Dream Your Way Out Of Pain.

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.

You Have To Give Everyone Ugly Motives For Everything They Do, Because Ugly Motives Are All You Understand.

No Wonder You And Jace Like Each Other So Much. You're Both Crazy Walking Arsenals.

What Are You Thinking?" "just How Different Everything Down There Is Now, You Know, Now That I Can See." "everything Down There Is Exactly The Same," He Said. "you're The One That's Different.

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.

The Sisters Vanished Entirely Then, And Aunt Harriet Was Standing Over Tessa, Her Face Flushed With Fever As It Had Been During The Terrible Illness That Had Killed Her. She Looked At Tessa With Great Sadness. "i Tried," She Said. "i Tried To Love You. But It Isn't Easy To Love A Child That Isn't Human In The Least...." "not Human?" Said An Unfamiliar Female Voice. "well, If She Isn't Human, Enoch, What Is She?" The Voice Sharpened In Impatience. "what Do You Mean, You Don't Know? Everyone's Something. This Girl Can't Be Nothing At All.

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I Always Wanted To Be A Writer Since I Was Around 12 Years Old And I Wrote My First Book.

That Was What Humans Did: They Left On Another Messages Through Time, Pressed Between Pages Or Carved Into Rock. Like Reaching Out A Hand Through Time, And Trusting In A Phantom Hoped-for Hand To Catch Yours. Humans Did Not Last Forever. They Could Only Hope What They Made Would Endure.

Ragnor And Catarina Both Begged Him To Give The Instrument Up. Random Strangers On The Street Begged Him To Give The Instrument Up. Even Cats Ran Away From Him.

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--

Clary," He Whispered. There Was A Thump, And She Realized He Had Fallen To His Kees By The Side Of Her Bed. She Didn't Move, But Her Body Tightened. His Voice Was A Whisper. "clary, It's Me. It's Me.

Nicely Done, Brother," Said Gabriel From The Bed, Blinking Sleepy Green Eyes At Gideon. Gideon Threw A Scone At Him.

[jem] Looked From Will To Tessa And Raised His Silvery Eyebrows. "a Miracle," He Said. "you Got Him To Speak." "just To Shout At Me, Really," Said Tessa. "not Quite Loaves And Fishes.

I Forgot," Isabelle Muttered As The Rest Of Them Caught Up To Her. "faeries Have No Sense Of Humor." "oh, I Wouldn't Say That," Said Jace. "there's A Pixie Nightclub Downtown Called Hot Wings. Not," He Added, "that I Have Ever Been There.

We Are Not Our Parents, Gabriel. We Do Not Have To Carry The Burden Of Their Choices Or Their Sins.

The Funny Thing About Mundies Is How Obsessed With Magic They Are For A Bunch Of People Who Don't Even Know What The Word Means.

Kyle Want To Be A Rockstar. I Think Hes Working The One-name Thing. Like Rihanna." "i Have No Idea What You're Talking About.

That Does It," Said Jace. "i'm Going To Get You A Dictionary For Christmas This Year." "why?" Isabelle Said. "so You Can Look Up 'fun.' I'm Not Sure You Know What It Means.

He Was Still Stroking The Inside Of Her Wrist, His Touch Doing Odd Delicious Things To Her Skin And Nerves.

Do Reasons Matter When There's Nothing That Can Be Done To Change Things.

Clary Wondered How Many Boyfriends She'd Turned Into Rats By Accident. -clary To Isabelle, Pg.245-

We Cant Go Around Picking Up Every Pile Of Dust In The Place Just In Case It Turns Out To Be Gregor In The Morning." -pg.242-

How Can You Tell? That I Like Books, I Mean. The Look On Your Face When You Walked In, Somehow I Doubted You Were That Impressed By Me.

I Was The Quiet Kid In The Corner, Reading A Book. In Elementary School, I Read So Much And So Often During Class That I Was Actually Forbidden From Reading Books During School Hours By My Teachers.

Will Remembered The Two Of Them, Running Through The Dark Streets Of London, Jumping From Rooftop To Rooftop, Seraph Blades Gleaming In Their Hands; Hours In The Training Room, Shoving Each Other Into Mud Puddles, Throwing Snowballs At Jessamine From Behind An Ice Fort In The Courtyard, Asleep Like Puppies On The Rug In Front Of The Fire.

I'll Take Shadowhunter, Then. Because From What I've Experienced Of Vampires, You Mostly Suck. No Pun Intended.

James, You Are All The Family I Have. I Would Die For You. You Know That. I Would Die Without You. If It Were Not For You, I Would Be Dead A Hundred Times Over These Past Five Years. I Owe You Everything, And If You Cannot Believe I Have Empathy, Perhaps You Might At Least Believe I Know Honor--honor, And Debt--

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.

Write What You Want To Read. So Many People Think They Need To Write A Particular Kind Of Book, Or Imitate A Successful Style, In Order To Be Published. I've Known People Who Felt They Had To Model Their Book On Existing Blockbusters, Or Write In A Genre That's Supposed To Be "hot Right Now" In Order To Get Agents And Publishers Interested. But If You're Writing In A Genre You Don't Like, Or Modeling Yourself On A Book You Don't Respect, It'll Show Through. You're Your First, Most Important Reader, So Write The Book That Reader Really Wants To Read.

I Mean, Is There A Chance For Me? To Have Another Life After This, A Better One?

But It Was Valentine. I Saw Him. In Fact, He Had The Sword With Him When He Came Down To The Cells And Taunted Me Through The Bars. It Was Like A Bad Movie, Except He Didn't Actually Twirl His Mustache. - Jace Wayland

The Witchlight Made His Skin Paler, His Eyes More Intently Blue. They Were The Color Of The Water In The North Atlantic, Where The Ice Drifted On Its Blue-black Surface Like The Snow Clinging To The Dark Glass Pane Of A Window.

Is This One Of Those Days Where We All Stalk Out In Fury? Because I Simply Haven't Got The Energy For It.

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Tessa Had Lain Down Beside Him And Slid Her Arm Beneath His Head, And Put Her Head On His Chest,listening To The Ever-weakening Beat Of His Heart. And In The Shadows They'd Whispered, Reminding Each Other Of The Stories Only They Knew. Of The Girl Who Had Hit Over The Head With A Water Jug The Boy Who Had Come To Rescue Her, And How He Had Fallen In Love With Her In That Instant. Of A Ballroom And A Balcony And The Moon Sailing Like A Ship Untethered Through The Sky. Of The Flutter Of The Wings Of The Clockwork Angel. Of Holy Water And Blood.

Sometimes," Jem Said, "our Lives Can Change So Fast That The Change Outpaces Our Minds And Hearts. It's Those Times, I Think, When Our Lives Have Altered But We Still Long For The Time Before Everything Was Altered-- That Is When We Feel The Greatest Pain. I Can Tell You, Though, From Experience, You Grow Accustomed To It. You Learn To Live Your New Life, And You Can't Imagine, Or Even Really Remember, How Things Were Before.

If You're Texting Magnus To Say 'i Think U R Kewl,' I'm Going To Kill You." "who's Magnus?" Max Inquired. "he's A Warlock," Said Alec. "a Sexy, Sexy Warlock," Isabelle Told Max, Ignoring Alec's Look Of Total Fury. "but Warlocks Are Bad," Protested Max, Looking Baffled. "exactly," Said Isabelle.

Patriotic?” Will Looked Smug. “i’ll Tell You What’s Patriotic,” He Said. “in Honor Of My Birthplace, I’ve The Dragon Of Wales Tattooed On My—

I Firmly Believe That You Can't Get A Good Movie Without Risking A Bad Movie.

What Did Isabelle Want?" Jace Asked. Alec Hesitated. "isabelle Says The Queen Of The Seelie Court Has Requested An Audience With Us." "sure," Said Magnus. "and Madonna Wants Me As A Backup Dancer On Her Next World Tour." Alec Looked Puzzled. "who's Madonna?" "who's The Queen Of The Seelie Court?" Said Clary. "she Is The Queen Of Faerie," Said Magnus. "well, The Local One, Anyway." Jace Put His Head In His Hands. "tell Isabelle No." "but She Thinks It's A Good Idea," Alec Protested. "then Tell Her No Twice.

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

You And Your Name Dropping He Said, I Knew Michael, I Knew Sammael. The Angel Gabriel Did My Hair. Its Like I'm With The Band With Biblical Figures.

Be What You Are. No One Who Really Loves You Will Stop

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

You Don't Get To Decide," She Said, "where I Go, Or When." "i Know." His Voice Was Ragged. "i've Always Known That About You. I Don't Know Why I Had To Fall In Love With Someone Who's More Stubborn Than I Am.

Falling In Love

Jace Is In Love With The Idea Of Dying,” Said Isabelle.

Go To Faeries For Gossip About Vampires, To Werewolves For Gossip About Faeries, And Do Not Gossip About Werewolves, Because They Try To Bite Your Face Off: That Was Magnus's Motto.

It's My Cologne. Eau De Recent Injury." (jace)

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

To Be Beautiful You Had To Be Willowy And Tall. When You Were As Short As Clary Was, Just Over Five Feet, You Were Cute. Not Pretty Or Beautiful, But Cute.

No. Absolutely Not.” “simon,” She Said. “it’s A Perfectly Fine Plan.” “the Plan Where You Follow Jace And Sebastian Off To Some Unknown Dimensional Pocket And We Use These Rings To Communicate So Those Of Us Over Here In The Regular Dimension Of Earth Can Track You Down? That Plan?” “yes.” “no,” He Said. “no, It Isn’t.” Clary Sat Back. “you Don’t Just Get To Say No.” “this Plan Involves Me! I Get To Say No! No.” “simon—” Simon Patted The Seat Beside Him As If Someone Were Sitting There. “let Me Introduce You To My Good Friend No.

Well, I Don't Want You To Die," Tessa Said. "i Don't Know Why I Feel It So Strongly -- I've Just Met You -- But I Don't Want You To Die." "and I Trust You," He Said. "i Don't Know Why -- I've Just Met You -- But I Do.

Infernal Devices

You Can't Raise A Child To Believe The Opposite Of What You Do.

Knowing Is Better Than Not Knowing. Every Time.

Dear Isabelle, Alec Is About To Have A Nervous Breakdown. If You Do Not Immediately Desist Planing My Wedding To Your Brother, I Will Come Back To Manhattan And Blow Up The Institute. I Will Turn Church Into A Man-eating Beast Who Will Rampage Through The Streets Of Manhattan, Stepping On Mundanes. And I Will Make You Fat. Love, Magnus

Do You Remember When We Stood Together On Blackfriars Bridge?” He Asked Softly, And His Eyes Were Like That Night Had Been, All Black And Silver. “of Course I Remember.” “it Was The Moment I First Knew I Loved You,” Jem Said. “i Will Make You A Promise. Every Year, Tessa, On One Day, I Will Meet You On That Bridge. I Will Come From The Silent City And I Will Meet You, And We Will Be Together, If Only For An Hour. But You Must Tell No One.

There Is No Cure For Fictional Character Love, But The Plus Side Is That It Is An Entirely Benign Disease With No Bad Side Effects.

It's Not Like A Stab Wound You Can Protect Me From. It's Like A Million Little Paper Cuts Every Day.

You May Have The Worst Timing Since Napoleon Decided The Dead Of Winter Was The Right Moment To Invade Russia.

Not Everything Jace Did Was Insane And Suicidal, She Reminded Herself. It Just Seemed That Way. -clary, Pg.46-

"jem?" He Said. "is It You, James?" "who Else?" Jem's Voice.

I Was Hoping They Would Put Up Flyers Like They Do For Lost Cats." He Said. "missing, One Stunningly Attractive Teenage Boy. Answers To 'jace' Or 'hotstuff'." "you Did Not Just Say That." "you Don't Like 'hotstuff'? You Think 'sweet Cheeks' Might Be Better? "love Crumpet'? Really? That Last One's Stretching It A Bit. Though, Technically My Family Is British-

Sebastian Sighed An Exaggerated Sigh And Swung The Door Shut. Clary Stared At Jace. "what The F-" "language, Fray." Jace's Eyes Danced. "relax.

Ouch,” Jace Said In Her Ear, His Tone Indignant. “you Elbowed Me.” “well, You Landed On Me.

So, Technically," Simon Said, "even Though Jace Isn't Actually Related To You, You Have Kissed Your Brother.

Love Isnt Mortal Or Immortal. It Just Is

I Am Catastrophically In Love With You.

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.

She Was Glad She Had Been Scarred. She Said That Whoever Loved Her Now Would Love Her True Self, And Not Her Pretty Face.

He Speaks Of You Only With The Greatest Pride, Will

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

I Stabbed You. With A Massive Sword. You Caught On Fire." His Lips Twitched, Almost Imperceptibly. "okay, So Maybe Our Problems Aren't Like Other Couples.

... Love Given Without Free Will Or Truthfulness Wasn't Love At All.

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.

Sometimes," Said Will, "they're Even Supposed To Blow Up.

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

I Screwed Her Over. I Didn't Want To See Her Screwed Over By Someone Else.

If You're Really Tired, I Could Put You To Sleep," He Said. "tell You A Bedtime Story." She Looked At Him. "are You Serious?" "i'm Always Serious

Stripping The Protection Wards Off The Ship Was Bad Enough—it's A Strong, Strong Enchantment, Demon-based—but When You Fell, I Had To Put A Fast Spell On The Truck So It Wouldn't Sink When I Lost Consciousness. And I Will Lose Consciousness, Alec.

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.

You'd Think The Angel Would Have Been Foresighted Enough To Give Us A Birth-control Rune, But No Dice.

Ladies' Hearts Are Like China On A Mantelpiece. There Are So Many Of Them, And It Is So Easy To Break Them Without Noticing.

I Tell Myself He's Better Than He Makes Himself Out To Be, But, Tessa, What If He Isn't?

If You Love Someone, You're Not Supposed To Want Them To Come Back. Better A Peaceful Sleep In The Earth Than The Life Of A Zombie--not Really Dead But Not Really Alive, Either.

You Are Just Jealous," Magnus Remarked Calmly. "because You Do Not Have The Soul Of A True Artiste Like Myself." "oh, I Am Positively Green With Envy," Ragnor Snapped. "come Now, Ragnor. That's Not Fair," Said Magnus. "you Know I Love It When You Make Jokes About Your Complexion.

Perhaps He's In Love With Agatha," She Said. "i Hope Not. I Intend To Marry Agatha Myself. She May Be A Thousand Years Old, But She Makes An Incomparable Jam Tart. Beauty Fades, But Cooking Is Eternal.

He's A Cousin Of Some Friends Of The Lightwoods Or Something. He's Nice. I Promise." "nice, Bah. He's Gorgeous." Magnus Gazed Dreamily In His Direction. "you Should Leave Him Here. I Could Hang Hats On Him And Things." "no. You Can't Have Him." "why Not? Do You Like Him?" Magnus's Eyes Gleamed. "he Seems To Like You. I Saw Him Going For Your Hand Out There Like A Squirrel Diving For A Peanut.

Against His Own Will, Almost, Will Felt Himself Understanding; He Would Have Done Anything, He Thought, Told Any Lie, Taken Any Risk, To Make Tessa Love Him.

Eternity Is A Long Time To Spend Alone, Without Others Of Your Kind.

Will Looked As If She Had Slpped Him. "i Didn't Do It So You'd Be Grateful!" "then What?" Her Voice Rose. "you Did It Because It's Your Mandate? Because The Law Says-" "i Did It Because I Love You!

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

Romanian? That's Impressive," Said Jace. "not Many People Speak It." "do You?" Sebastian Asked With Interest. "not Really," Jace Said With A Smile So Disarming Simon Knew He Was Lying. "my Romanian Is Pretty Much Limited To Useful Phrases Like, 'are These Snakes Poisonous?' And 'but You Look Much Too Young To Be A Police Officer.

What Are You Doing Following Me Around The Back Streets Of London, You Little Idiot?” Will Demanded, Giving Her Arm A Light Shake. Cecily’s Eyes Narrowed. “this Morning It Was Cariad (note: Welsh Endearment, Like ‘darling’ Or ‘love’), Now It’s Idiot.

His Blue Eyes Were Very Dark...will's Were The Colour Of The Sky Just On The Edge Of The Night.

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.

Clary Sat Back. "you Don't Just Get To Say No." "this Plan Involves Me! I Get To Say No! No." "simon -" Simon Patted The Seat Beside Him As If Someone Were Sitting There. "let Me Introduce You To My Good Friend No.

Oooh, That Was Fun." "that Does It," Said Jace. "i'm Going To Get You A Dictionary For Christmas This Year." "why?" Isabelle Said. "so You Can Look Up 'fun.' I'm Not Sure You Know What It Means." Isabelle Pulled The Long Heavy Mass Of Her Wet Hair Forward And Wrung It Out As If It Were Wet Washing. "you're Raining On My Parade." "it's A Pretty Wet Parade Already, If You Hadn't Noticed." Jace Glanced Around.

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

Clary- "how To Come Out To Your Parents," She Read Out Loud. "luke. Don't Be Ridiculous. Simon's Not Gay, He's A Vampire.

The Missing Stairs Baffled Clary. What Did Vampires Have Against Stairs? -clary, Pg.266-

Will: Have You Ever Seen What Happens To Someone With Demon Pox? First It Lies Dormant. One Begins To Turn Yellow And Green. Then The Swelling Sets In - Jem: There Is No Such Thing As Demon Pox.

I Am Not The One Of Us Who Has No Heart.

Clockwork Prince

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

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

I Care About You," Simon Said. "i Always Cared About You.

I'm Pure At Heart. It Repels The Dirt.

White For Shadowhunters Is The Color Of Funerals," Luke Explained. “ But For Mundanes, Jace, It’ S The Color Of Weddings. Brides Wear White To Symbolize Their Purity.” “i Thought Jocelyn Said Her Dress Wasn’t White,” Simon Said. “well,” Said Jace, “i Suppose That Ship Has Sailed.” Luke Choked On His Coffee.

Gracious," Said Cecily. "you Must Be Mr. Sallows." "nephilim," Observed The Shop Owner Gloomily. "i Detest Nephilim." "hmph," Said Cecily. "charmed, I'm Sure.

A Rune, Hovering Like An Angel: A Shape Like Two Wings Joined By A Single Bar.

Will Suspected Jem Was In Fact Cleverer Than He Was Himself - But He Lacked Will's Tendency To Assume The Absolute Worst About People And Proceed From There.

You Love Each Other – Anyone Can See That, Looking At You – That Kind Of Love That Can Burn Down The World Or Raise It Up In Glory.

Pretty Soon The Only People Left Without A Girlfriend Will Be Me And Wendell The School Janitor, And He Smells Like Windex." "at Least You Know He's Still Available.

To Draw Something Is To Try To Capture It Forever.

I Have A Feeling You're Right, Sherwin.' 'simon. My Name Is Simon.

My Blood In His Veins." ~jace

[jem] 'it Will Help You Sleep.' 'all I’ve Been Doing Is Sleeping!' [tessa] 'and Very Amusing It Is To Watch, Said Jem. 'did You Know You Twitch Your Nose When You Sleep, Like A Rabbit?' 'i Do Not,' She Said, With A Whispered Laugh. 'you Do,' He Said. 'fortunately, I Like Rabbits.

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.

Why Should I Tell You Everything About How I Feel When You Never Tell Me Anything?

He's Not Here." "not Here Like He Just Popped Around The Corner To The Bodega For A Six-pack Of Diet Coke And A Box Of Krispy Kremes, Or Not Here Like.

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