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Will Sat Where He Was, Gazing At The Silver Bowl In Front Of Him; A White Rose Was Floating In It, And He Seemed Prepared To Stare At It Until It Went Under. In The Kitchen Bridget Was Still Singing One Of Her Awful Sad Songs; The Lyrics Drifted In Through The Door: "twas On An Evening Fair I Went To Take The Air, I Heard A Maid Making Her Moan; Said, 'saw Ye My Father? Or Ye My Mother? Or Saw Ye My Brother John? Or Saw Ye The Lad That I Love Best, And His Name It Is Sweet William?" I May Murder Her, Tessa Thought. Let Her Make A Song About That.

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Will Sat Where He Was, Gazing At The Silver Bowl In Front Of Him; A White Rose Was Floating In It, And He Seemed Prepared To Stare At It Until It Went Under. In The Kitchen Bridget Was Still Singing One Of Her Awful Sad Songs; The Lyrics Drifted In Through The Door: "twas On An Evening Fair I Went To Take The Air, I Heard A Maid Making Her Moan; Said, 'saw Ye My Father? Or Ye My Mother? Or Saw Ye My Brother John? Or Saw Ye The Lad That I Love Best, And His Name It Is Sweet William?" I May Murder Her, Tessa Thought. Let Her Make A Song About That.

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Dear Alec And Magnus, How Are You? Everything's Just Fine Here. Thanks For You Postcard With The Picture Of The Taj Mahal. It Looks Nice. Disregard My Last Few Postcards. I See I Overdid It. To Make It Up To You, I'm Going To Redecorate Magnus's Loft For Free. -izzy

Will Smirked, Clearly Pleased At The Effect He Was Having. "i've No Idea. I Lost Consciousness About Then. I Was Having A Lovely Dream About A Young Woman Who Had Mislaid All Her Clothes.

No One Blames Her." "that Never Matters," Said Alec. "not When You Blame Yourself.

He Saved Your Life,” Clary Pointed Out. “details,” Said Simon Dismissively.

I Am Brave," Will Said... "yes, You Are," Magnus Said, And Kissed Him. It Wasn't The Most Dramatic Kiss, But Will Failed His Free Arm As If A Bee Had Landed On Him; Magnus Had To Hope Camille Would Assume This Was Passion. When They Broke Apart, Will Looked Stunned. So Did Camille, For That Matter. ... Will Swung Sideways...he Dashed Across The Room, Retrieved It, And Tucked It Into Magnus's Waistcoat Pocket. Then, With A Wink At Camille That, Magnus Thought, God Alone Knew How She Would Interpret, He Sauntered Out Of The Room.

Cecy, What Are You Doing Here?" She Took A Step Forward, Then Paused On The Threshold, Glancing Down At Her Bare Feet. “i Could Ask Of You The Same.” “i Like To Talk To The Horses At Night. They Make Good Company. And You Should Not Be Out And About In Your Nightgown. There Are Lightwoods Wandering These Halls.

You May Choose Your Friends, But Not Your Unlikely Saviors,” Magnus Said Cheerfully.

Of Course, The Guests Were Also Staring Because They Know Of My Relationship With Camille, And Are Wondering What We Might Be Doing Here In The Library... Alone." He Wiggled His Eyebrows At Tessa.

Jace Whistled. "raphael Is Really Having An Exceptionally Bad Night." -jace, Pg.283-

The Thing That You Are Too Young To Understand Is That We All Hide Things. We Hide Them From Our Lovers Because We Wish To Present Our Best Selves, But Also Because If It Is Real Love, We Expect Our Loved One To Simply Understand It, Without Needing To Ask. In A True Partnership, The Kind That Lasts Through The Ages, There Is An Unspoken Communion.

You're Not Gay, Are You?" Simon's Greenish Color Deepened. "if I Were, I Would Dress Better.

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

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.

He Cut Her Off With Brutal Precision. "and One Last Thing." His Eyes Flicked Toward The Door, Through Which Jace, Alec, And Isabelle Had Disappeared. "keep In Mind That When Your Mother Fled From The Shadow World, It Wasn't The Monsters She Was Hiding From. Not The Warlocks, The Wolf-men, The Fair Folk, Not Even The Demons Themselves. It Was Them. It Was The Shadowhunters.

That Sounds Almost Practiced, James Carstairs. How Many Girls Have You Made Swoon With That Observation?" "there Is Only One Girl I Care To Make Swoon," He Said. "the Question Is, Does She?" She Smiled At Him. "she Does.

Everyone Knows That Quote Because Of The Doors." Jace Looked At Her Blankly. "the Doors. They Were A Band." "if You Say So," He Said. "i Suppose You Don't Have Much Time For Enjoying Music," Clary Said, Thinking Of Simon, For Whom Music Was His Entire Life, "in Your Line Of Work." He Shrugged. "maybe The Occasional Wailing Chorus Of The Damned.

Look, It's Easy To Outsmart A Werewolf Or A Vampire," Jace Said. "they're No Smarter Than Anyone Else. But Faeries Live For Hundreds Of Years And They're As Cunning As Snakes. They Can't Lie, But They Love To Engage In Creative Truth-telling. They'll Find Out Whatever It Is You Want Most In The World And Give It To You—with A Sting In The Tail Of The Gift That Will Make You Regret You Ever Wanted It In The First Place." He Sighed. "they're Not Really About Helping People. More About Harm Disguised As Help.

I Think He’s Handling It With Grace. A Lot Of Teenage Boys Would Sulk, Or Lurk Around Under Your Window With A Boom Box.

I Know What You Said! My Mother Would Never Have Belonged To Something Like That. Some Kind Of-some Kind Of Hate Group." "it Wasn't-," Jace Began, But Hodge Cut Him Off. "i Doubt," He Said Slowly, As If The Words Pained Him, "that She Had Much Choice." Clary Stared. "what Are You Talking About? Why Wouldn't She Have Had A Choice?" "because," Said Hodge, "she Was Valentine's Wife.

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.

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.

Yes?" Said Clary, Her Voiced Sharply Edged. "since I Found Out What? That He's A Killer Transvestite Who Molests Cats?" "no Wonder That Cat Of His Hates Everyone.

Our Own Sleeping Beauty. Who Finally Kissed You Awake?

Sleeping Beauty

Marry Me," He Said. "marry Me, Tess. Marry Me And Be Tessa Herondale. Or Be Tessa Gray, Or Be Whatever You Wish To Call Yourself, But Marry Me And Stay With Me And Never Leave Me, For I Cannot Bear Another Day Of My Life To Go By That Does Not Have You In It.

Jem Always Said That Will Rushed Toward The End Of A Mission Rather Than Proceeding In A Measured Manner, And That One Must Look At The Next Step On The Path Ahead, Rather Than The Destination In The Distance, Or One Would Never Reach One’s Goal. Will Closed His Eyes For A Moment. He Knew That Jem Was Right, But It Was Hard To Remember, When The Goal That He Sought Was The Girl That He Loved.

The Nephilim - The Bogeyman For Monsters, And All Those Who Could Be Monsters.

Her Eyes Met His, But She Looked Quickly Away; Entangling Gazes With Will Was Confusing At Best, Dizzying At Worst.

I Knew You Were Crazy, But I Didn't Realize That You Were Out Of Your Goddamned Mind!!

I Know," He Said, Looking Down At Himself Self-consciously. "i Am Not-i Mean, I Look-" "beautiful," She Said, And She Meant It. "you Look Beautiful, James Carstairs.

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

You Understand My Music.

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.

Hate Is Nothing When Weighed Against Survival. (valentine)

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

She Had Loved Him For Such A Long Time, She Thought. How Was It That She Did Now Know Him At All?

No Good Sentences Ever Include The Word ‘should.’ I Should Have Paid The Tavern Bill; Now They’re Coming To Break My Legs. I Should Never Have Run Off With My Best Friend’s Wife; Now She Devils Me Constantly. I Should—

I Need Some Beef And Broccoli Before I Face Any More Mr. Darcy. It's A Truth Universally Acknowledged That If You Watch Too Much Television On Am Empty Stomach, Your Head Falls Off." "if Your Head Fall Off, " Tessa Said, "the Hairdressing Industry Would Go Into An Economic Meltdown

Love Isnt Mortal Or Immortal. It Just Is

I Have Mastered Many Things In My Life. Navigating The Streets Of London, Speaking French Without An Accent, Dancing The Quadrille, The Japanese Art Of Flower Arranging, Lying At Charades, Concealing A Highly Intoxicated State, Delighting Young Women With My Charms..." Tessa Stared. "alas," He Went On, "no One Has Ever Actually Referred To Me As 'the Master,' Or 'the Magister,' Either. More's The Pity.

I Don't Care What You Think. You're Not My Brother," Clary Said. "you're A Murderer." "i Really Don't See How Those Things Cancel Each Other Out," Said Sebastian.

A Good Adaptation Of Your Book Is Worth It Because It Is Such A Wonderful Experience To See Your World Translated Onto The Screen.

Every Heart Has Its Own Melody.

James Carstairs

That's The Van? It Looks Like A Rotting Banana." This Was Undeniable - Eric Had Painted The Van A Neon Shade Of Yellow, And It Was Blotched With Dings And Rust Like Splotches Of Decay.

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

Who Do We Belong With But Each Other?

"do You Remember Back At The Hotel When You Promised That If We Lived, You’d Get Dressed Up In A Nurse’s Outfit And Give Me A Sponge Bath?" "actually, I Think You Misheard," Clary Said. "it Was Simon Who Promised You The Sponge Bath." "as Soon As I’m Back On My Feet, Handsome," "i Knew We Should Have Left You A Rat," Said Jace.

Mom. I Have Something To Tell You. I’m Undead. Now, I Know You May Have Some Preconceived Notions About The Undead. I Know You May Not Be Comfortable With The Idea Of Me Being Undead. But I’m Here To Tell You That Undead Are Just Like You And Me … Well, Okay. Possibly More Like Me Than You.

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.

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.

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

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

Well, Hello There, Mother,” Sebastian Said In A Voice Like Silk. “surprised To See Me?

He Looked Back At Her, And When She Saw The Look On His Face, She Saw His Eyes At Renwick’s, When He Had Watched The Portal That Separated Him From His Home Shatter Into A Thousand Irretrievable Pieces. He Held Her Gaze For A Split Second, Then Looked Away From Her, The Muscles In His Throat Working.

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

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.

But You Love Her.” Will Stared At Him. “of Course I Do,” He Said Finally. “i Had Come To Think I Would Never Love Anyone, But I Love Her.

I Love Reading Epic Fantasies And Big Fat Books And So I Really Wanted To Write One. I Think You Always Write What You Want To Read.

Simon Watched A Kelpie Skip Past, Carrying A Glass Of Blue Fluid, And Raised An Eyebrow. “it’s Not Like Magnus’s Party,” Isabelle Reassured Him. “everything Here Ought To Be Safe To Drink.” “ought To Be?” Aline Look Worried.

Beautiful Girls Should Know How To Defend Themselves Against The Advances Of Gentlemen.

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

Hearts Are Breakable," Isabelle Said. "and I Think Even When You Heal, You're Never What You Were Before".

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.

There's No Need To Clarify My Finger Snap," Said Magnus. "the Implication Was Clear In The Snap Itself.

What Are You? The Voice Came From Nowhere. It Was In The Room. It Was Outside. It Was In Magnus's Head. "a Warlock," Magnus Answered. "and What Are You?" We Are Many. "please Do Not Say You Are A Legion. Someone's Taken That." Do You Make Mirth From Mundane Scriptures, Warlock? "just Breaking The Ice

Clary Screamed Out Loud As He Fell Like A Stone- And Landed Lightly On His Feet Just In Front Of Her. Clary Stared With Her Mouth Open As He Rose Up Out Of A Shallow Crouch And Grinned At Her. "if I Made A Joke About Just Dropping In," He Said, "would You Write Me Off As A Cliché?

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?

Pulvis Et Umbra Sumus. It's A Line From Horace. 'we Are Dust And Shadows'. Appropriate, Don't You Think?" Will Said. "it's Not A Long Life, Killing Demons; One Tends To Die Young, And Then They Burn Your Body - Dust To Dust, In The Literal Sense. And Then We Vanish Into The Shadows Of History, Nary A Mark On The Page Of A Mundane Book To Remind The World That Once We Existed At All.

Good Organization,” Said Magnus. “i Knew The Man Who Founded It, Back In The 1800s. Woolsey Scot. Respectable Old Werewolf Family.” Alec Made An Ugly Sound In The Back Of His Throat. “did You Sleep With Him, Too?” Magnus’s Cat Eyes Widened. “alexander!

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

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

They’re Not Hideous,” Said Tessa. Will Blinked At Her. “what?” “gideon And Gabriel,” Said Tessa. “they’re Really Quite Good-looking, Not Hideous At All.” “i Spoke,” Said Will, In Sepulchral Tones, “of The Pitch-black Inner Depths Of Their Souls.” Tessa Snorted. “and What Color Do You Suppose The Inner Depths Of Your Soul Are, Will Herondale?” “mauve,” Said Will.

Simon Turned To Jordan, Who Was Lying Down Across The Futon, His Head Propped Against One Of The Woven Throw Pillows. "how Much Of That Did You Hear?" "enough To Gather That We're Going To A Party Tonight," Said Jordan. "i Heard About The Ironworks Event. I'm Not In The Garroway Pack, So I Wasn't Invited." "i Guess You're Coming As My Date Now." Simon Shoved The Phone Back Into His Pocket. "i'm Secure Enough In My Masculinity To Accept That," Said Jordan. "we'd Better Get You Something Nice To Wear, Though," He Called As Simon Headed Back Into His Room. "i Want You To Look Pretty.

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

One Of Those Days

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.

Keep Up," Said An Irritable Voice In Her Ear. It Was Jace, Who Had Dropped Back To Walk Beside Her. "i Don't Want To Have To Keep Looking Behind Me To Make Sure Nothing's Happened To You." "so Don't Bother." "last Time I Left You Alone, A Demon Attacked You," He Pointed Out. "well, I'd Certainly Hate To Interrupt Your Pleasant Night Stroll With My Sudden Death." He Blinked. "there Is A Fine Line Between Sarcasm And Outright Hostility, And You Seem To Have Crossed It.

She Looked Up From Closing It To Find Jace Watching Her Through Hooded Eyes. “and One Last Thing,” He Said. He Reached Over And Pulled The Sparking Pins Out Of Her Hair, So That It Fell In Warm Heavy Curls Down Her Neck. The Sensation Of Hair Tickling Her Bare Skin Was Unfamiliar And Oddly Pleasant. “much Better,” He Said, And She Thought This Time That Maybe His Voice Was Uneven Too.

What If Everything You Believe Is Wrong And You Could Still Be Loved And Still Be Forgiven?

No One Can Live With Nothing.

She Said That You've Break My Heart

They Say Time Heals All Wounds, But That Presumes The Source Of The Grief Is Finite

I Wouldn't Change It," Simon Said. "i Wouldn't Give Up Loving You. Not For Anything. You Know What Raphael Told Me? That I Didn't Know How To Be A Good Vampire, That Vampires Accept That They're Dead. But As Long As I Remember What It Was Like To Love You, I'll Always Feel Like I'm Alive.

Unrequited Love

Was It Weird Hearing From Jace?" Asked Simon, His Voice Carefully Neutral. "i Mean, Since You Found Out..." His Voice Trailed Off. Yes?"said Clary, Her Voice Sharply Edged. "since I Found Out What? That He's A Killer Transvestite Who Molests Cats?" No Wonder That Cat Of His Hates Everyone." Oh, Shut Up, Simon," Clary Said Crossly.

The Chairman Likes You.” “is That Good?” “i Never Date Anyone My Cat Doesn’t Like,” Magnus Said Easily, And Stood Up.

You’re In My Bones And My Blood And My Heart,” He Said. “i’d Have To Tear Myself Open To Let You Go.

Stop. I Don't Do You Favors, Alec. I Do Things For You Because - Well, Why Do You Think I Do Them?" Something Rose Up In Alec's Throat, Cutting Off His Response. It Was Always Like This When He Was With Magnus. It Was As If There Were A Bubble Of Pain Or Regret That Lived Inside His Heart, And When He Wanted To Say Something, Anything, That Seemed Meaningful Or True, It Rose Up And Choked Off His Words. "i Need To Get Back To The Ship," He Said, Finally.

There Is No Pretending," Jace Said With Absolute Clarity. "i Love You, And I Will Love You Until I Die, And If There Is Life After That, I'll Love You Then.

The Kitchen Was Just As Empty, Even The Refrigerator Gone, The Chairs, The Table--the Kitchen Cabinets Stood Open, Their Bare Shelves Reminder Her Of A Nursery Rhyme. She Cleared Her Throat. "what Would Demons," She Said, "want With Our Microwave?

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

I Think Of Myself As A Freewheeling Bisexual,' - Magnus Bane

Charlotte Slammed The Paper Down Onto Her Desk With An Exclamation Of Rage. “aloysius Starkweather Is The Most Stubborn, Hypocritical, Obstinate, Degenerate—” She Broke Off, Clearly Fighting For Control Of Her Temper. Tessa Had Never Seen Charlotte’s Mouth So Firmly Set Into A Hard Line. “would You Like A Thesaurus?” Will Inquired. “you Seem To Be Running Out Of Words.

Her Hair Was A Damp Mass Of Curls At The Back Of Her Neck, And Will Looked Away From Her Before He Could Remember What It Felt Like To Put His Hands Through That Hair And Feel The Strands Wind About His Fingers. It Was Easier At The Institute, With Jem And The Others To Distract Him, To Remember That Tessa Was Not His To Recall That Way. Here, Feeling As If He Were Facing The World With Her By His Side--feeling That She Was Here For Him Instead Of, Quite Sensibly, For The Health Of Her Own Fiance--it Was Nearly Impossible.

Why Does It Take Girls So Long To Shower?” He Demanded. “mortal Girls, Shadowhunters, Female Warlocks, You‘re All The Same. I‘m Not Getting Any Younger Waiting Out Here.” -magnus To Clary, Pg.272-

There Have Always Been Readers Throughout History Who Have Been Drawn To Villains.

There Must Always Be A First," Said Jem. "it Is Not Easy To Be First, And It Is Not Always Rewarding, But It Is Important.

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.

Whatever The Clave Was Discussing, The Council Meeting Was Dragging On Brutally Late. “but He Knows New York. He Doesn’t Know Alicante—

So You're Not Going To Speak Tonight," Tessa Said. "at All." "not Unless You Instruct Me To," Said Will. "this Evening Sounds As If It Might Be Better Than I Thought.

I Thought Perhaps That When You Told Me You Did Not Love Me That My Own Feelings Would Fall Away And Atrophy, But They Have Not. They Have Grown Every Day. I Love You Now More Desperately, This Moment, Than I Have Ever Loved You Before, And In An Hour I Will Love You More Than That

Because That Was What You Did With Family When You'd Been Worried About Them, You Grabbed Them And Held On To Them And Told Them How Much They'd Pissed You Off, And It Was Okay, Because No Matter How Angry You Got, They Still Belonged To You.

Will Looked Horrified. "what Kind Of Monster Could Possibly Hate Chocolate?

He Looked At Her Levelly. There Was Something In His Eyes, A Sort Of Quizzical Admiration; She Wondered If It Was Simply Admiration Of Jessamine’s Looks. “no,” He Said. “no, Even Though You Are The Perfect Picture Of Jessamine, I Can See Tessa Through It Somehow As If, If I Were To Scrape Away A Layer Of Paint, There Would Be My Tessa Underneath.” “i Am Not Your Tessa Either.” The Light Sparkling In His Eyes Dimmed. “fair Enough,” He Said. “i Suppose You Are Not.

What Did Wards Matter When You Could Create Your Own Reality Just By Drawing It?

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 Do Not Mean To Seem Indelicate Or Ungrateful," Said Linette Owens, "but Are You A Dangerous Lunatic?

Jem: I Know What You're Thinking. Tessa:i Don't Think You Do. You're Think, If They Call This Damp Nastiness Summer, What Must Winter Be Like? You'd Be Surprised. Winter's Actually Much The Same. It's Spring That's Really Lovely. Tessa:is It? Jem:no. It's Actually Quite Foggy And Wet As Well.

You're Staring At Me," Simon Said. "why Are You Staring At Me? Have I Got Something On My Face?

I Promise To Charm The Dickens Out Of Him,' Said Will, Sitting Up And Readjusting His Crushed Hat. 'i Shall Charm Him With Such Force That When I Am Done, He Will Be Left Lying Limply On The Ground, Trying To Remember His Own Name.' 'the Man's Eighty-nine', Muttered Jem. 'he May Well Have The Problem Anyway.

Will Rolled Up His Sleeves. "we'll Probably Have To Knock Down The Door--" "or," Said Jem, Reaching Out And Giving The Knob A Twist, "not." The Door Swung Open Onto A Rectangle Of Darkness. "now, That's Simply Laziness," Said Will.

Unless There Was A Reason For Me To Stay.

She Looked Up At Him With A Smile. The Smile Broke What Was Left Of His Resistance--shattered It. He Had Let The Walls Down When He'd Thought She Was Gone, And There Was No Time To Build Them Back Up.

Maybe That Was Why She Couldn't Cry, She Realized, Staring Dry-eyed At The Ceiling. Because What Was The Point In Crying When There Was No One There To Comfort You? And What Was Worse, When You Couldn't Even Comfort Yourself?

You Know, When Someone Prefers Their Own Brother Over You, It Isn't A Confidence Booster.

There Are Some Mechanisms That Are So—so Broken That They Cannot Be Repaired.

Love Isn't A Weakness.

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.

You Sound As If You Don't Mind What Happens To It," Said Tessa. "won't You Miss It Here? This Place Has Been Your Home." His Fingers Stroked Her Wrist Lightly, Making Her Shiver. "you Are Home For Me Now.

Then I Lost Him For A Brief Period Of Time, And By The Time I Caught Up With Him, He Had Wandered Into Hyde Park, Waded Into The Serpetine, Spread His Arms Wide, And Was Shouting, 'ducks, Embrace Me As Your King!

Love Did Not Overcome Everything. Love Did Not Always Endure. All You Had Could Be Taken Away, Love Could Be The Last Thing You Had, And Then Love Could Be Taken Too.

He Carefully Maintained The Blasé Air Of One Who Had Been Here Before And Had Been Incredibly Well Dressed That Time Too

I'm Tired Of Watching You Be In Love With Someone Else Someone Who Will Never Love You Back, Not The Way I Do.

Fresh Is Better. But You've Never Drunk Fresh Blood. Have You?" Simon Raised His Eyebrow In Response. "well, Aside From Mine Of Course," Jace Said. "and I'm Pretty Sure My Blood Is Fan-tastic.

And Broken Both Your Hearts? How Would That Have Benefited Me? You Are As Dear To Me As Another Half Of My Soul, Jem. I Could Not Be Happy While You Were Unhappy. And Tessa—she Loves You. What Sort Of Awful Monster Would I Be, Delighting In Causing The Two People I Love The Most In The World Agony Simply That I Might Have The Satisfaction Of Knowing That If Tessa Could Not Be Mine, She Could Not Be Anybody’s?

I Kick Kittens. I Made Rude Gestures At Nuns.

I Wouldn't Cut You Out Of My Life Clary, Any More Than I Would Cut Off My Right Hand And Give It To Someone As A Valentine's Day Gift." Gross," Said Clary. "must You?" Simon Grinned. "i Must.

This Is Bad," Said Jace. "you Said That Before." "it Seemed Worth Repeating.

I Rather Wonder What I Am Doing Here. I Enjoy City Life, You Know. The Glittering Lights, The Constant Companionship, The Liquid Entertainment. The Lack Of Sudden Monkeys.

... Everything Seemed To Him A Uniform Shade Of Gray- Even The People! He Had Been Unable To Believe It Could Rain So Much In One Place, And So Unceasingly. The Damp Had Seemed To Come Up From The Floors And Into His Bones, So That He'd Thought He Would Eventually Sprout Mold, In The Manner Of A Tree. "you Do Get Used To It," He Said "even If Sometimes You Feel As If You Out To Be Able To Be Wrung Out Like A Washrag." P 311

You Kindled Me, Heap Of Ashes That I Am, Into Fire. He Had Wondered Once Why Love Was Always Phrased In Terms Of Burning. The Conflagration In His Own Veins, Now, Gave The Answer.

There Is An Imbalance Of Power. It Is An Imbalance That Is Easy To Exploit, But It Is Not A Wise Course. Where There Is Love, There Is Often Also Hate. They Can Exist Side By Side." - Jace

Don't Touch Any Of My Weapons Without My Permission." "well, There Goes My Plan For Selling Them All On Ebay," Clary Muttered. "selling Them On What?" Clary Smiled Blandly At Him. "a Mythical Place Of Great Magical Power.

After All, It Was Never Darnay He Quoted, Only Sydney, Drunk And Wrecked And Dissipated. Sydney, Who Died For Love.

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.

That's Another Thing," She Said. "you No Longer Need Other People In Your Life Once You Have Found Your True Love. No Wonder Magnus Feels He Cannot Open Up To You, When You Rely So Heavily Upon These Other People. When Love Is True, You Should Meet Each Other People. When Love Is True, You Should Meet Each Other's Every Desire, Every Need - A Re You Listening, Young A Lexander? For My Advice Is Precious, And Not Given Often.

Lips. There Was Something Strangely, Delicately Indelicate About The Word, Like A Kiss Itself.

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

I Love You, Clary," He Said Without Looking At Her. He Was Staring Out Into The Church, At The Row Of Lighted Candles, Their Fold Reflected In His Eyes. "more Than I Ever--" He Broke Off. "god. More Than I Probably Should. You Know That, Don't You?

Dear Me. Such Harsh Truths So Early In The Morning Cannot Be Good For The Digestion.

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.

Brooklyn Bridge

You May Be Right. I Think It Was Round About Christmas When I Got My Welsh Dragon Tattoo.” At That, Tessa Had To Try Very Hard Not To Blush. “how Did That Happen?” Will Made An Airy Gesture With His Hand. “i Was Drunk…” “nonsense. You Were Never Really Drunk.” “on The Contrary—in Order To Learn How To Pretend To Be Inebriated, Once Must Become Inebriated At Least Once, As A Reference Point. Six-fingered Nigel Had Been At The Mulled Cider—“ “you Can’t Mean There’s Truly A Six-fingered Nigel?

He Looks," Simon Had Once Said To Isabelle, "like He's Thinking About Something Deep And Meaningful, But If You Ask Him What It Is, He'll Punch You In The Face.

You're My Brother." "those Words Don't Mean Anything Where We're Concerned. We Aren't Human. Their Rules Don't Apply To Us. Stupid Laws About What Dna Can Be Mixed With What. Hypocritical, Really, Considering. We're Already Experiments.

You Have A Power Of Incalculable Value. You Need Ask Nothing Of Anyone. You Need Depend On No One. You Are Free, And That Freedom Is A Gift.

Of Course You Realize You're Leaving Me In The Position Of Being The One Tell Everyone - Your Mother, Luke, Alec, Izzy, Magnus..." "i Guess I Shouldn't Have Said There Wouldn't Be No Risk To You," Clary Said Meekly. "that's Right," Said Simon. "just Remember, When Your Mothers's Gnawing My Ankle Like A Furious Mama Bear Separated From Her Cub, I Did It For You.

It's Will Who Ought To Be Sorry." Jem's Eyes Darkened. "we Shall Throw Him Out Onto The Streets," He Proclaimed. "i Promise You He'll Be Gone By Morning." Tessa Started And Sat Upright. "oh - No, You Can't Mean That -" He Grinned. "of Course I Don't. But You Felt Better For A Moment There, Didn't You?" "it Was Like A Beautiful Dream," Tessa Said Gravely.

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

Clockwork Prince

Will," She Said Softly, Sleepily. "last Night--" You Were Kind To Me, She Was Going To Say. Thank You. The Glare From His Blue Eyes Stabbed Through Her. "there Was No Last Night," He Said Through His Teeth. At That, She Sat Up Straight, Almost Awake. "oh, Truly? We Just Went Right From One Afternoon On Through Till The Next Morning? How Odd No One Else Remarked On It. I Should Think It Some Miracle, A Day With No Night--

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.

Can I Help You With Something?" Clary Turned Instant Traitor Against Her Gender. "those Girls On The Other Side Of The Car Are Staring At You." Jace Assumed An Air Of Mellow Gratification. "of Course They Are," He Said, "i Am Stunningly Attractive.

My Boyfriend Always Says That If It Weren't For Him I'd Probably Get Rid Of My Apartment And Live Nowhere, And He's Right.

At The Time I Thought What I Had With You And Your Mother Was Better Than Nothing. But If You Can't Tell The Truth To The People You Care About The Most, Eventually You Stop Being Able To Tell The Truth To Yourself.

He Banged On The Side Of The Carriage. "thomas! We Must Away At Once To The Nearest Brothel. I Seek Scandal And Low Companionship.

For This I Would Be Damned Forever. For This I Would Have Given Up Everything.

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

When We Return, I Will Put You Forward For Ascension,” Charlotte Finished. “i Will Speak Out For Her Case As Well,” Gideon Said. “after All, I Have My Father’s Place On The Council—his Friends Will Listen To Me; They Still Owe Loyalty To Our Family—and Besides, How Else Can We Be Married?” “what?” Said Gabriel With A Wild Hand Gesture That Accidentally Flipped The Nearest Plate Onto The Floor, Where It Shattered. “married?” Said Henry. “you’re Marrying Your Father’s Friends On The Council? Which Of Them?

Endless Hope, Endless Disappointment.

I Would Never Date A Girl Who Insisted That I Cut You Out Of My Life. It’s Non-negotiable. You Want A Piece Of All This Fabulousness?” He Gestured At Himself. “well, My Best Friend Comes Along With It. I Wouldn’t Cut You Out Of My Life, Clary, Any More Than I Would Cut Off My Right Hand And Give It To Someone As A Valentine’s Day Gift.” “gross,” Said Clary. “must You?” He Grinned. “i Must.

I Don't Think She Doesn't Believe She Can Die. I Think, Just Like You Always Did, She Believes There Are Things Worth Dying For.

Is That Why You Didn't Call Me? Because I'm An Idiot?

Being A Silent Brother Is Life, Clary Fray. But If You Mean I Remember My Life Before The Brotherhood, I Do. Clary Took A Deep Breath. “were You Ever In Love? Before The Brotherhood? Was There Ever Anyone You Would Have Died For?” There Was A Long Silence. Then: Two People, Said Brother Zachariah. There Are Memories That Time Does Not Erase, Clarissa. Ask Your Friend Magnus Bane, If You Do Not Believe Me. Forever Does Not Make Loss Forgettable, Only Bearable.

Just Be Careful. When We Arrive At The House, You Can’t Look To Me For Help Or Instruction. Remember, I Am Your Human Subjugate. You Keep Me About You For Blood—blood Whenever You Want It—and Nothing Else.” “so You’re Not Going To Speak Tonight,” Tessa Said. “at All.” “not Unless You Instruct Me To,” Said Will. “this Evening Sounds As If It Might Be Better Than I Thought.

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?

Your Friend's Poetry Is Terrible," He Said. Clary Blinked, Caught Momentarily Off Guard. "what?" "i Said His Poetry Was Terrible. It Sounds Like He Ate A Dictionary And Started Vomiting Up Words At Random.

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.

Come With Me," She Said. "stay With Me. Be With Me. See Everything With Me. I Have Traveled The World And Seen So Much, But There Is So Much More, And No One I Would Rather See It With Than You. I Would Go Everywhere And Anywhere With You, Jem Carstairs.

We Shouldn’t,” Protested Isabelle. “the Clave Has A Plan.” “the Clave Has The Collective Intelligence Of A Pineapple,” Said Jace. Alec Blinked Up At Them. “jace Is Right.” Isabelle Turned On Her Brother. “what Do You Know? You Weren’t Even Paying Attention.” “i Was,” Alec Said, Injured. “i Said Jace Was Right.” “yeah, But There’s Like A 90% Chance Of Me Being Right Most Of The Time, So That’s Not Proof You Were Listening,” Said Jace. “that’s Just A Good Guess.

You Told Us To Leave You In The Desert, Because You Planned To Start A New Life As Cactus," Catarina Said, Her Voice Flat. "then You Conjured Up Tiny Needles And Threw Them At Us. With Pinpoint Accuracy.

What's The Word For A Perfectly Reasonable Fear Of Annoying Idiots?

The World Is A Wheel. When We Rise Or Fall, We Do It Together.

In The End It Was Shadowhunting They Had Bonded Over—a Shared Love Of Sharp-edged Weapons, Gleaming Seraph Blades, The Painful Pleasure Of Burning Marks, The Thought-numbing Swiftness Of Battle. When Alec Had Wanted To Go Out Hunting Alone With Jace, Leaving Izzy Behind, Jace Had Spoken Up For Her: “we Need Her With Us; She’s The Best There Is. Aside From Me, Of Course.” She Had Loved Him Just For That.

Also, I'm Sleeping With Your Mom. Just Thought You Should Know.

That Was The Justice Of Heaven. I Trust That You Are Not Dismayed.

How Generous The Universe Could Be, When He Wanted To Be!

The Thing About The Mirror Is That No One Knows Where It Is. In Fact, No One Knows What It Is.” "it’s A Mirror,” Simon Said. “you Know – Reflective, Glass. I’m Just Assuming.

In Future, Clarissa," He Said, "it Might Be Wise To Mention That You Already Have A Man In Your Bed, To Avoid Such Tedious Situations." You Invited Him Into Bed?" Simon Demanded, Looking Shaken. Ridiculous, Isn't It?" Said Jace. "we Would Never Have All Fit.

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.

He'd Learned His Lesson A Long Time Ago: Even In The Midst Of Heartbreak, You Could Still Find Yourself Laughing.

Finding Yourself

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.

You Can Tell Me To Stop Any Time You Want, But You Won't.

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.

Have You Fallen In Love With The Wrong Person Yet?' Jace Said, "unfortunately, Lady Of The Haven, My One True Love Remains Myself." ..."at Least," She Said, "you Don't Have To Worry About Rejection, Jace Wayland." "not Necessarily. I Turn Myself Down Occasionally, Just To Keep It Interesting.

I Do Not Walk Like A Duck.

I Hope You Told Him You Were Bitten By A Gay Spider.

Exsanguinated," Said Jace, Impressed. "that's A Big Word." "and You're A Big-" "tsk Tsk," He Interrupted. "no Swearing In Church.

Love And Lies Can Corrupt Even The Purest Heart.

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

His Hands Slipped From His Throat, And He Crashed To The Ground Like A Tree Falling. "oh, Dear," Said Pangborn, Gazing At The Fallen Body Of His Comrade With Fastidious Distaste. "how Unpleasant.

Moreover, I Wish To Assure You Both That I Did Not Make Any Amorous Advances On Female Monkeys.

Mene Mene Tekel Upsharin,' Jace Said With A Faint Smile. 'you Don't Recognize It? It's From The Bible, Vampire. The Old One. That's Your Book, Isn't It?' Just Because I'm Jewish Doesn't Mean I've Memorized The Old Testament.' It's The Writing On The Wall. "god Hath Numbered Thy Kingdom, And Brought It To An End; Thou Art Weighed In The Balance And Found Wanting." It's A Portent Of Doom--it Means The End Of An Empire.

A Great Sadness Welled Up In Magnus At The Sight Of Him. It Was Human To Age And Die, And Jem Stood Outside That Humanity Now, Outside The Light That Burned So Brightly And So Briefly. It Was Cold Outside That Light And Fire. No One Had Greater Cause To Know That Cold Than Magnus Did.

And What About Us? Do You Want A Vampire Boyfriend?" He Laughed Bitterly. "because I Forsee Many Romantic Picnics In Our Future. You, Drinking A Virgin Piña Colada. Me, Drinking The Blood Of A Virgin.

He Seemed Only ... Annoyed. Annoyed, And Sweaty, And Hot. "yeah, Well," He Said, "the Next Time You Decide To Sneak Out Of Our Magically Warded Apartment Through A Door That Shouldn't Really Exist, Leave A Note.

I Just Don't See Why The Past Has To Matter.

Jordan Followed, Buttoning His Jeans And Muttering About How There Was Nothing Strange About Having A Pattern Of Dancing Penguins On Your Underwear.

Oh, Its Big Enough,” He Said Patronizingly, “but Somehow I Was Expecting…you Know.” He Gestured With His Hands, Indicating Something Roughly The Size Of A House Cat. “it’s The Mortal Cup, Jace, Not The Mortal Toilet Bowl,” Said Isabelle. -jace & Isabelle, Pg.349-

Does Anyone Know Why Will Left?" Charlotte Demanded, Standing At The Head Of A Long Table Around Which The Rest Of Them Were Seated. Cecily, Her Hands Folded Demurely Before Her, Suddenly Became Very Interested In The Pattern Of The Carpet.

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

They Both Believed In Her Even When She Didn’t Believe In Herself.

Come Back To Me, Tessa. Henry Said That Perhaps, Since You Had Touched The Soul Of An Angel, That You Dream Of Heaven Now, Of Fields Of Angels And Flowers Of Fire. Perhaps You Are Happy In Those Dreams. But I Ask This Out Of Pure Selfishness. Come Back To Me. For I Cannot Bear To Lose All My Heart.

I Know About Parabatai,” Said Magnus, An Angry, Dark Undercurrent To His Voice. “i’ve Known Parabatai So Close They Were Almost The Same Person; Do You Know What Happens, When One Of Them Dies, To The One That’s Left —?

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