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Tessa Is Gone, And Every Moment She Is Gone Is A Knife Ripping Me Apart From The Inside. She Is Gone, And They Cannot Track Her, And I Have No Idea Where To Go Or What To Do Next, And The Only Person I Can Imagine Speaking My Agony To Is The One Person Who Cannot Know.

-Cassandra Clare

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Tessa Is Gone, And

Cassandra Clare

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Tessa Is Gone, And Every Moment She Is Gone Is A Knife Ripping Me Apart From The Inside. She Is Gone, And They Cannot Track Her, And I Have No Idea Where To Go Or What To Do Next, And The Only Person I Can Imagine Speaking My Agony To Is The One Person Who Cannot Know.

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Simon!” The Voice Was Clary’s. He Would Know It Anywhere. He Wondered If His Mind Was Conjuring It Up Now, A Sense Memory Of What He’d Most Loved During Life To Carry Him Through The Process Of Death. “simon, You Stupid Idiot! I’m Over Here! At The Window!” Simon Jumped To His Feet. He Doubted His Mind Would Conjure That Up.

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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.

Tessa Exhaled. She Hadn't Realized That She Had Been Holding Her Breath Until That Moment. Will Must Have Heard Her, For He Raised His Head And His Gaze Met Hers Across The Clearing. Something In It Made Her Look Away. Agony Stripped So Raw Was Not Meant For Her Eyes.

Will Had Shrugged Once, Helplessly. He Had Almost Wished Jem Would Be Angry With Him. It Would Have Been Easier. He'd Never Felt So Small Within Himself As He Did When He Faced Jem's Expansive Kindness.

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Mr. Branwell And Mr. Carstairs Seem To Have No Problem Cleaning Their Boots,” Sophie Said, Looking Darkly From Will To Tessa. “perhaps You Could Learn From Their Example.” “perhaps,” Said Will. “but I Doubt It.” Sophie Scowled, And Started Off Along The Corridor Again, Her Shoulders Tightly Set With Indignation. Tessa Looked At Will In Amazement. “what Was That?” Will Shrugged Lazily. “sophie Enjoys Pretending She Doesn’t Like Me.” “doesn’t Like You? She Hates You!

It's A Coffee Cup." She Could Hear The Irritation In Her Own Voice. "i Know It's A Coffee Cup." "i Can't Wait Till You Draw Something Really Complicated, Like The Brooklyn Bridge Or A Lobster. You'll Probably Send Me A Singing Telegram.

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Simon Kept Pace Beside Clary For A Few Moments Without Speaking Before He Said, “so What Did I Miss? Naked Dancing Ladies?” Clary Thought Of The Male Faerie‘s Torn-open Ribs And Shuddered. “nothing That Pleasant.

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Thinking About You

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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~

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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.

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.

You Know This Means That What We Did-what We Almost Did In Paris-" "going To The Eiffel Tower?

Jem, Cecily Thought, With A Pang In Her Heart. Her Brother Had Always Looked To Him As A Kind Of North Star, A Compass That Would Ever Point Him Toward The Right Decision. She Had Never Quite Thought Of Her Brother As Lucky Before, And Certainly Would Not Have Expected To Do So Today, And Yet-and Yet In A Way He Had Been. To Always Have Someone To Turn To Like That, And Not To Worry Constantly That One Was Looking To The Wrong Stars.

He Made A Sound Like A Choked Laughed Before He Reached Out And Pulled Her Into Her Arms. She Was Aware Of Luke Watching Them From The Window, But She Shut Her Eyes Resolutely And Buried Her Face Against Jace's Shoulder. He Smelled Of Salt And Blood, And Only When His Mouth Came Close To Her Ear Did She Understand What He Was Saying, And It Was The Simplest Litany Of All: Her Name, Just Her Name.

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He Pulled The Carstairs Family Ring From His Finger And Held It Out To Will. "take It." Will Let His Eyes Drift Down Toward It, And Then Up To Jem's Face. A Dozen Awful Things He Could Say, Or Do, Went Through His Mind. One Did Not Slough Off A Persona So Quickly, He Had Found. He Had Pretended To Be Cruel For So Many Years That The Pretense Was Still What He Reached For First, As A Man Might Absently Turn His Carriage Toward The Home He Had Lived In For All His Life, Despite The Fact That He Had Recently Moved. "you Wish To Marry Me Now?" He Said, At Last.

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Alec Drew His Hand Back With A Low Whistle. "the Inquisitor Meant Business." "of Course She Did. I'm A Dangerous Criminal. Or Hadn't You Heard?" Jace Heard The Acid In His Own Tone, Saw Alec Flinch, And Was Meanly, Momentarily, Glad. "she Didn't Call You A Criminal, Exactly..." "no, I'm Just A Very Naughty Boy. I Do All Sorts Of Bad Things. I Kick Kittens. I Make Rude Gestures At Nun

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.

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.

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Don’t Take This The Wrong Way, But You Smell Like Magnus.

His Eyes Shone When He Looked At Her, Green As Spring Grass. He Has Always Had Green Eyes, Said The Voice In Her Head. People Often Marvel At How Much Alike You Are, He And Your Mother And Yourself. His Name Is Jonathan And He Is Your Brother; He Has Always Protected You. Somewhere In The Back Of Clary’s Mind She Saw Black Eyes And Whip Marks, But She Didn’t Know Why. He’s Your Brother. He’s Your Brother, And He’s Always Taken Care Of You.

I Will Still Be In Some Part The Jem You Knew, And I Will See You With The Eyes Of My Heart.

Do You Remember, The Night Of The Battle On Valentine's Ship, When I Needed Some Of Your Strength?" "do You Need It Again Now?" Alec Said. "because You Can Have It." "i Always Need Your Strength, Alec," Magnus Said, And Closed His Eyes As Their Intertwined Fingers Began To Shine, As If Between Them They Held The Light Of A Star.

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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." - Tessa Gray

Part Of Clary Wanted To Lean Sideways And Put Her Head On Her Mother’s Shoulder. She Could Even Close Her Eyes, Pretend Everything Was All Right. The Other Part Of Her Knew That It Wouldn’t Make A Difference; She Couldn’t Keep Her Eyes Closed Forever.

Isabelle Looked At Him Thoughtfully. "did You Seriously Jump Thirty Feet Out Of A Malachi Configuration? Did He, Alec?" "he Did," Alec Confirmed. "i've Never Seen Anything Like It." "i've Never Seen Anything Like This." Jace Lifted A Ten-inch Dagger From The Floor. One Of Isabelle's Pink Brassiers Was Spread On The Wickedly Sharp Tip. Isabelle Snached It Off, Scowling.

I Fell In Love With You," He Said, "because You Were One Of The Bravest People I've Ever Known. So How Could I Ask You To Stop Being Brave Just Because I Loved You?

I Saw You In The Library. With—” “ Colonel Mustard?

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-

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No One Told You To Call Your Band Salacious Mold, My Friend." "we're Millennium Lint Now," Simon Protested

Jem Put The Full Force Of Himself Into Each Smile, So That He Seemed To Be Smiling With His Eyes, His Heart, His Whole Being.

I Know You Feel Inhuman, And As If You Are Set Apart, Away From Life And Love, But... I Promise You, The Right Man Won't Care.

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!

We May Not Be All That Bright, Jace Said, But At Least We Are Alive.

Hello, Uncle Brother Zachariah," James Said Without Opening His Eyes. "i Would Say That I'm Sorry To Bother You, But I'm Sure This Is The Most Excitement You've Had All Year. Not So Lively In The City Of Bones, Now Is It?" "james!" Will Snapped. "don't Talk To Jem Like That." "as If I Am Not Used To Badly Behaved Herondales, Brother Zachariah Said, In The Way Jem Had Always Tried To Make Peace Between Will And The World.

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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.

You May Be The Only Guy My Age I've Ever Met Who Knows What Bergamot Is, Much Less That It's In Earl Grey Tea." "yes, Well," Jace Said, With A Supercilious Look, "i'm Not Like Other Guys. Besides," He Added, Flipping A Book Off The Shelf, "at The Institute We Have To Take Classes In Basic Medicinal Uses For Plants. It's Required." "i Figured All Your Classes Were Stuff Like Slaughter 101 And Beheading For Beginners." Jace Flipped A Page. "very Funny, Fray.

I've Always Been Happy With You," He Said. "but I Never Thought I Deserved It." "and Now You Do?" "and Now The Feeling's Gone," He Said. "all I Know Is That I Love You And For The First Time, That's Good Enough.

In Paris One Could Have The Eyes Of A Cat (as He Did) And Tell People It Was A Trick Of Fashion.

Magic Is Dangerous- But Love Is More Dangerous Still

(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.

Max," Jace Said. "max, I’m So Sorry.

I Thought... That We Could At Least Talk About Books.

Tell Me, Is He Always Really Rude, Or Does He Save That For Mundanes?

Do You Ever Feel Like Screaming?' Clary Asked Him [jace]. 'some Of The Time.

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.

Tessa Is Gone, And Every Moment She Is Gone Is A Knife Ripping Me Apart From The Inside.

There Are So Many Worse Things Than Death. Not To Be Loved Or Not To Be Able To Love: That Is Worse.

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.

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She Hated That Little Voice Inside Her Head. Like The Seelie Queen, It Planted Doubts Where There Shouldn't Be Doubts, Asked Questions That Had No Answer.

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

And In Addition To Its Practical Uses, It Would Seem To Work For Cosmetic Purposes. This Powder Would Make My Very Skin Glimmer For Eternity." Henry Frowned. "not Eternity," He Said, But Then He Brightened. "but I Could Make You Up Another Batch Whenever You Please!" "i Could Shine At Will!" Magnus Grinned At Henry.

Suddenly Reminded, She Clapped A Hand Over Her Mouth. "oh- Simon!" "no, I'm Jace," He Said Patiently. "simon Is The Weaselly Little One With The Bad Haircut And Dismal Fashion Sense.

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.

Though Alec Had Never Seen The Occupants Of The First Floor Loft, They Seemed To Be Engaged In A Tempestuous Romance. Once There Had Been A Bunch Of Someone's Belongings Strewn All Over The Landing With A Note Attached To A Jacket Lapel Addressed To "a Lying Liar Who Lies." Right Now There Was A Bouquet Of Flowers Taped To The Door With A Card Tucked Among The Blooms That Read I'm Sorry. That Was The Thing About New York: You Always Knew More About Your Neighbors' Business Than You Wanted To.

Inanimate Objects Are Harmless Indeed, Mr. Mortmain. But One Cannot Always Say The Same Of The Men Who Use Them.

Inanimate Objects

There Is More To Life Than Surviving.

I Played It For My Bride, And One Day You Will Play For Yours.

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.

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.

I Think You Are Very Selfless.

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Blaming Yourself

She Did Not Belong To Will-she Was Too Much Herself To Belong To Anyone, Even Jem-but She Belonged With Them, And Silently He Cursed The Consul For Not Seeing It.

Clockwork Princess

Ma'am," Magnus Said, Advancing. "i Must Counsel You Not To Exit The Carriage While A Demon-slaying Is In Progress.

He Understands Now Why Kisses In Movies Are Filmed The Way They Are, With The Camera Endlessly Circling, Circling: The Ground Is Unsteady Under His.

I Am A Man" He Told Her, "and Men Do Not Consume Pink Beverages. Get Thee Gone Woman, And Bring Me Something Brown.

She Made A Snorting Noise, Astonishingly Human For A Ghost. " I'ardly Like To Tell You This, Nephilim, But If You Want A Girl To 'ate You, There's Easy Enough Ways Of Making It 'appen. You Don't Need My Help With The Poor Thing." And With That, She Vanished, Spinning Away Into The Mists Among The Graves. Will, Looking After Her, Sighed. "not For Her," He Said, Under His Breath, Though There Was No One To Hear Him, "for Me..." And He Leaned His Head Against The Cold Iron Gate.

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.

I Never Cared,” He Said. “i Wanted You Anyway. I Always Wanted You.

City Of Lost Souls

He Said There Are Thousands Of Shadowhunters, But Great Love Comes Once In A Lifetime If One Is Lucky, And One Would Be A Fool To Let It Go.

As Long As We're Together, I'm Ready For Anything.

Far Below Ran The Silver Ribbon Of The East River, Braceleted By Shining Bridges, Flecked By Boats As Small As Flyspecks, Splitting The Shining Banks Of Light That Were Manhattan And Brooklyn On Either Side.

One Can Give Up Many Things For Love, But One Should Not Give Up Oneself.

Wo Men Shi Jie Bai Xiong Di-we Are More Than Brothers, Will.

Jace Hated It When Other People Were Worried On His Behalf. It Made Him Feel Like Maybe There Really Was Something To Worry About.

The More That You Travel The More You Get The Sense Of The Word As A Larger Place And The More You Get A Sense Of The Variety Of History And Mythology. And When You Know About These Things You Can Incorporate Them Into What I Feel Is A More Rich And More Large Tapestry Of Fantasy.

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'm Not So Sure About This Wind And Howling Darkness Business," Jace Went On, "smells More Like Landfill To Me. You Sure You're Not From Staten Island?

How Strange To Have The Power To Literally Transform Yourself Into Other People, And Yet Be So Unable To Put Yourself In Their Place.

I Would Rather Insult You Than Lose You, He Said, And Before Any Of Them Could Make A Move To Stop Him, He Cast Both Items Into The Fire.

No. I Wanted To Tell You That I Was Proud Of You." Clary Slewed Around To Look At Her Mother. "you Were?" Jocelyn Nodded. "of Course I Was. The Way You Stood Up In Front Of The Clave Like That. The Way You Showed Them What You Could Do. You Made Them Look At You And See The Person They Loved Most In The World, Didn't You?" "yeah," Clary Said. "how Did You Know?" "because I Heard Them All Calling Out Different Names," Jocelyn Said Softly. "but I Still Saw You.

Love Make Us A Liar. . Jace Wayland/herondale, City Of Ashes

I Think She Just Asked If She Could Touch My Mango.

If It's The Lack Of Forbidden You're Worried About. You Could Still Forbid Me To Do Things." "what Kind Of Things?" She Felt Him Smile Against Her Mouth. "things Like This.

It Can Be... Difficult To To Learn How The World Truly Is, To See It In Its True Shape And Form... Most Human Beings Never Do. Most Could Not Bear It.

There Are Some Kinds Of Wounds You Can Get, Internal Injuries. You Don't Know What's Wrong With You, But You're Bleeding To Death Slowly Inside.

I Could Give You A Thiught Sheath To Put That In,"isabelle Offered. "i Got Tons." "certainly Not," Said Simon. Clary Shot Him An Irritated Look. "thanks, But I'm Not Really A Thigh Sheath Kind Of Girl," -pg. 214

Will Looking After Her, Sighed.not For Her, He Said Under His Breath, Though There Was No One To Hear Him, For Me.... And He Leaned His Head Against The Cold Iron Gate.

There Was Human Goodness In The World, She Thought-all Caught Up With Desires And Dreams, Regrets And Bitterness, Resentments And Power, But It Was There.

You Could Know A Man Not By What His Friends Said About Him, But By How He Treated His Servants.

If There Was One Thing She Was Learning From All This, It Was How Easy It Was To Lose Everything You Had Always Thought You'd Have Forever.

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

Now That You Know The Truth, You Can Never Go Back.

And You Love Sophie." Gideon's Mouth Tensed. "she's A Mundane And A Servant," Said Gabriel. "i Don't Know What You Expect To Come Of It, Gideon." "nothing," Gideon Said Roughly. "i Expect Nothing. But The Fact That You Believe I Should Shows That Our Family Brought Us Up To Believe That We Should Do Right Only If Some Reward Was The Result.

Will Began To Straighten Up, To Turn Away From The Bed. And As He Did, He Felt Something Wrap Tightly Around His Wrist. He Glanced Down And Saw Jem’s Hand Braceleting His Own. For A Moment He Was Too Shocked To Do Anything But Stare. “i Am Not Dead Yet, Will,” Jem Said In A Soft Voice, Thin But As Strong As Wire. “what Did Magnus Mean By Asking You If I Knew You Were In Love With Tessa?

You Look Lousy,"simon Said. Jace Blinked."seems An Odd Time To Start An Insult Contest,but If You Insist,i Could Probably Think Up Something Good

I Would Leave At Once, But It Would Be Cruel To Abandon A Lady In A Foreign Land With A Maniac.

I Like To Listen To Music That Fits With What I'm Writing. For Each Book, I've Assembled A Playlist, So Readers Can Get A Sense Of What I Was Listening To While I Was Writing.

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

I Believe That Authors Don't Have A Responsibility To Include "messages" In Their Work, But They Do Have A Responsibility To Write A World That Seems True And Real, Never More Than When Expecting Readers To Believe In Magic And Angels And Fairies.

I Had Such Plans For This Evening. The Pursuit Of Blind Drunkenness And Wayward Women Was My Goal. But Alas, It Was Not To Be. No Sooner Had I Consumed My Third Drink In The Devil Than I Was Accosted By A Delightful Small Flower Selling Child Who Asked Me For Twopence For A Daisy. The Price Seemed Steep, So I Refused. When I Told The Girl As Much, She Proceeded To Rob Me.” “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.

I Want You To Say Dreadfully Mad, Funny Things And Make Up Songs And Be--' The Will I Fell In Love With, She Almost Said. "and Be Will," She Finished Instead. "or I Shall Hit You With My Umbrella." *** "you Would Make A Very Ugly Woman." "i Would Not. I Would Be Stunning." Tessa Laughed. “there,” She Said. “there Is Will. Isn’t That Better? Don’t You Think So?” “i Don’t Know,” Will Said, Eyeing Her. “i’m Afraid To Answer That. I’ve Heard That When I Speak, It Makes American Women Wish To Strike Me With Umbrellas.

I Learned To Share Work With People Even When It Was In Its Rough Stages Without Worrying That They'd Be Filled With Scorn And Hatred. After All, I Can Read Their Rough Work Without Turning On Them Like A Wildebeest.

We Can Buy You One Of Those Books They Have For Little Kids 'timmy Has Two Dads'. Except I Don't Think They Have One Called 'timmy Has Two Dads And One Of Them Was Evil'. That Part You're Just Going To Have To Work Through On Your Own.

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

Our Hearts, They Need A Mirror, Tessa. We See Our Better Selves In The Eyes Of Those Who Love Us. And There Is A Beauty That Brevity Alone Provides.” He Dropped His Gaze, Then Raised It To Hers. “i Would Give You Everything Of Myself,” He Said. “i Would Give You More In Two Weeks Than Most Men Would Give You In A Lifetime.

She Felt As If The World Were Tilting And She Was Clinging On Helplessly, Trying To Keep From Tumbling Into A Black Abyss.

There’s More To Honesty Than … Than An Arrangement Of Words. They Say Faeries Can’t Lie, But You Lie In Your Intentions, Your Attitude, Your Demeanor —

There Was An Electric Anger In His Gaze, And A Sort Of Challenge That Made Simon Long To Hit Him With Something Heavy. Like A Pickup Truck.

Hang Mortmain," Said Will. "and I Mean That Literally, Of Course, But Also Figuratively.

One Must Always Be Careful Of Books,' Said Tessa, 'and What Is Inside Them, For Words Have The Power To Change Us.' 'i'm Not Sure A Book Has Ever Changed Me,' Said Will. 'well There Is One Volume That Promises To Teach One How To Turn Oneself Into An Entire Flock Of Sheep-' 'only The Very Weak Minded Refuse To Be Influenced By Literature And Poetry,' Said Tessa, Determined Not To Let Him Run Wildly Off With The Conversation.

My Advice To Young Writers Would Be To Write Every Day, Even If It Is Only A Few Words. Get Yourself On The Habit Of Writing And It Will Become A Lifelong One. And Find A Place To Write Where You Are Physically Comfortable. You Can't Concentrate If You Aren't. Ernest Hemingway Could Only Write Standing Up, And Truman Capote Could Only Write Lying Down!

Oh, Do You Have A Tale Of Two Cities?" "that Silly Thing? Men Going Around Getting Their Heads Chopped Off For Love? Ridiculus." Will Unpeeled Himself From The Door And Made His Way Toward Tessa Where She Stood By The Bookshelves. He Gestured Expansively At The Vast Number Of Volumes All Around Him. "no, Here You'll Find All Sorts Of Advice About How To Chop Off Someone Else's Head If You Need To; Much More Useful.

When Somebody Tells You There's Something Wrong With Your Book They're Almost Always Right, When They Tell You How To Fix It They're Almost Always Wrong.

You Said There Was Nothing In The World You Wanted" The Queen's Eyes Glittered. "when You Imagine Your Life Without Him, Do You Still Feel The Same?

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.

Your Father," Luke Said, "what Did He Say To You When You Saw Him? What Did He Promise You?" "oh, You Know. The Usual. A Lifetime's Supply Of Knicks Tickets.

I Think You Ought To Let Me Take Poor Tessa Into Town To Get Some New Clothes. Otherwise, The First Time She Takes A Deep Breath, That Dress Will Fall Right Off Her." Will Looked Interested. "i Think She Should Try That Out Now And See What Happens.

What He Needs Now Is To Love And Have That Love Returned.

Well, There Aren’t Any Graves In Mundane Wedding Ceremonies,” Said Tessa. “though Your Ability To Quote The Bible Is Impressive. Better Than My Aunt Harriet’s.” “did You Hear That, James? She Just Compared Us To Her Aunt Harriet.

I Tell So Many Lies, Sweetheart," He Said. "which One Specifically?

I'll Need You To Get A Leash For My Monkey, Claude, And Also A Hat." "of Course, Monsieur" "do You Think He Needs A Little Coat As Well?" "perhaps Not In This Weather, Monsieur." "you Are Right," Magnus Said With A Sight. "make It A Simple Dressing Gown, Just Like Mine." "which One, Monsieur?" "the One In Rose And Silver." "excellent Choice, Monsieur.

History Gets Written By The Winners.

You Couldn't Change The Past. You Could Only Go Forward

Oh, The Universe Had Outdone Herself. The Universe Would Be Send Flowers.

Charlotte, Darling," Henry Said To His Wife, Who Was Staring At Him In Gape-mouthed Horror. Jessamine, Beside Her, Was Wide Eyed. "sorry I'm Late. You Know, I Think I Might Nearly Have The Sensor Working-" Will Interrupted. "henry," He Said, "you're On Fire. You Do Know That Don't You?

He Shone All Over. Only Magnus, Simon Thought Resignedly, Would Have Access To Sequined Battle Armor.

Will Moved To Object, But It Was Too Late; Henry Had Already Pressed The Button. There Was A Blinding Flare Of Light And A Whooshing Sound, And The Room Was Plunged Into Blackness. Tessa Gave A Yelp Of Surprise, And Jem Laughed Softly. "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.

What I Do Know Is That If We Are Born Again, I Will Meet You In Another Life, And If There Is A River, You Will Wait On The Shores For Me To Come To You, So That We Can Cross Together.

People Were Intrinsically Selfish, And Many Hated The Idea Of A Woman In Charge Of The Institute. They Would Not Put Themselves At Risk For Her. Only A Few Weeks Ago He Would Have Said The Same Thing About Himself. Now, Knowing Charlotte, He Realized To His Surprise, The Idea Of Risking Himself For Her Seemed An Honor, As It Would Be To Most Englishmen To Risk Themselves For The Queen.

Some Are Just Born Bad, And That's All There Is To It.

I Told You To Bring Me To Alec! Backstabbing Judas.

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. Since The First Time I Saw You, I Have Belonged To You Completely.

"what Are You Doing Here Anyway?" "'here' As In Your Bedroom Or 'here' As In The Great Spiritual Question Of Our Purpose Here On This Planet?"

No One Can Live With Nothing.

It's So Dark," She Said Lamely. "you Want Me To Hold Your Hand?" Clary Put Both Her Hands Behind Her Back Like A Small Child. "don't Talk Down To Me." "well, I Could Hardly Talk Up To You. You're Too Short.

You Think She’ll Be Able To Talk Sense Into Him?” She Asked. “his Sister?” "if He Listens To Anyone, It Would Be Her.” “that’s Sweet,” Said Maia. “that He Loves His Sister Like That.” “yeah,” Simon Said. “it’s Precious

I Used To Think If I Married Master Jem—” Sophie Picked At The Blanket, Then Looked Up And Smiled Bleakly. “you Haven’t Broken His Heart Yet, Have You?” “no,” Tessa Said. Just Torn My Own In Two. “i Haven’t Broken His Heart At All.

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.

People Aren't Born Good Or Bad. Maybe They're Born With Tendencies Either Way, But It's The Way You Live Your Life That Matters. And The People You Know. Valentine Was Hodge's Friend, And I Don't Think Hodge Really Had Anyone Else In His Life To Challenge Him Or Make Him Be A Better Person. If I'd Had That Life, I Don't Know How I Would Have Turned Out. But I Didn't. I Have My Family. And I Have You.

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.

Something In Him Was Broken, And Through That Break Spilled A Blind Cruelty, A Need To Hurt And To Push Away

Black Hair And Blue Eyes Are My Favorite Combination.

Before Clary Could Respond, Jace’s Eyes Slid Open. He Looked Up At The Warlock, Dazzled And Dizzy. “what Are You Doing Here?” Magnus Grinned Down At Jace, And His Teeth Sparkled Like Sharpened Diamonds. “hey Roommate,” He Said. -pg. 128-

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