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You're Just Worried They'll Hire A Male Instructor And He'll Be Hotter Than You." Jace's Eyebrows Went Up. "hotter Than Me?" "it Could Happen," Clary Said, "you Know, Theoretically." "theoretically The Planet Could Suddenly Crack In Half, Leaving Me On One Side And You On The Other, Forever And Tragically Parted, But I'm Not Worried About That Either. Some Things," Jace Said, With His Customary Crooked Smile, "are Just Too Unlikely To Dwell Upon.

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You're Just Worried They'll Hire A Male Instructor And He'll Be Hotter Than You." Jace's Eyebrows Went Up. "hotter Than Me?" "it Could Happen," Clary Said, "you Know, Theoretically." "theoretically The Planet Could Suddenly Crack In Half, Leaving Me On One Side And You On The Other, Forever And Tragically Parted, But I'm Not Worried About That Either. Some Things," Jace Said, With His Customary Crooked Smile, "are Just Too Unlikely To Dwell Upon.

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How She Still Thought Of Max Every Day And It Was Like Someone Had Emptied Her Lungs Of Air, And She Would Catch At Her Heart, Afraid She Was Dying.

I'm All Right,' Jace Protested, But His Hand Gripped Alec's Sleeve Tightly. 'i Can Stand.' It Looks To Me Like You're Using A Wall To Prop You Up. That's Not My Definition Of "standing."' It's Leaning,' Jace Told Him. 'leaning Comes Right Before Standing.

I Don't Know How To Live In The World As A Shadowhunter Without Will. I Don't Think I Even Want To. I Am Still A Parabatai, But My Other Half Is Gone.

Then, If You Love Him," He Said Quietly, "please, Tessa, Don't Tell Him What I Just Told You. Don't Tell Him That I Love You.

I Can't Believe He Took You To An Actual Resteraunt. I Assumed His Idea Od A Date Would Be Making You Watch Him Play World Of Warcraft With His Nerd Friends.

Pain Is Only What You Allow It To Be

How Could You Have Guessed?” Miserable Though Will Was, He Felt Free, As If A Heavy Burden Had Been Displaced From Him. “i Did All I Could To Hide And Deny It. You—you Never Hid Your Feelings. Looking Back, It Was Clear And Plain, And Yet I Never Saw It. I Was Astonished When Tessa Told Me That You Were Engaged. You’ve Always Been The Source In My Life Of Such Good Things, James. I Never Thought You Would Be The Source Of Pain, And So, Wrongly, I Never Thought Of Your Feelings At All. And That Is Why I Was So Blind.

He Made A Sound Of Frustation, Caught At Her Hand, Brought It To His Chest, And Pressed It Flat Over His Heart. The Steady Beat Hammered Against Her Palm. "every Heart Has Its Own Melody," He Said. "you Know Mine.

Wo Wei Ni Xie De,” He Said, As He Raised The Violin To His Left Shoulder, Tucking It Under His Chin. He Had Told Her Many Violinists Used A Shoulder Rest, But He Did Not: There Was A Slight Mark On The Side Of His Throat, Like A Permanent Bruise, Where The Violin Rested. “you — Made Something For Me?” Tessa Asked. “i Wrote Something For You,” He Corrected, With A Smile, And Began To Play.

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

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

What Is Aldous Capable Of?" "aldous Is Two Thousands Years Old. He's Capable Of Anything." "aldous Nix Is Two Thousands Years Old?" "so, I've Heard. He Doesn't Invite Me To His Birthday Parties.

He Was A Vampire Now. He Was Supposed To Have Eternity. But What He Had Was Days.

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.

He's Got A Great Sense Of Humor For A Guy Who Never Says Anything.

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.

Will's Father's Gaze Went Immediately To Gabriel, And Then To Cecily, His Eyes Narrowing. "and Who Is This Gentlemen?" Will's Grin Widened. "oh Him," He Said. "this Is Cecliy's Friend, Mr. Gabriel Lightworm." Gabriel, Half In The Act Of Stretching His Hand To Greet Mr. Herondale, Froze In Horror. "lightwood," He Sputtered. "gabriel Lightwood.

I've Heard The Word 'fear'. I Simply Choose To Believe It Doesn't Apply To Me.

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.

Simon Remembered A Rhyme His Mother Used To Recite To Him, About Magpies. You Were Supposed To Count Them And Say: One For Sorrow, Two For Mirth, Three For A Wedding, Four For A Birth, Five For Silver, Six For Gold, Seven For A Secret That's Never Been Told. "right," Simon Said. He Had Already Lost Count Of The Numbers Of Birds There Were. Seven, He Guessed. A Secret That's Never Been Told. Whatever That Was.

House Rules [at The Praetor Lupus Headquarters] No Shape-shifting In The Hallways. No Howling. No Silver. Clothing Must Be Worn At All Times. All Times. No Fighting. No Biting. Mark All Your Food Before You Put It In The Communal Refrigerator.

But The Name Magnus Bane Made Him Think Of A Towering Sort Of Figure, With Huge Shoulders And Formal Purple Warlock’s Robes, Calling Down Fire And Lightning. Not Magnus Himself, Who Was More Of A Cross Between A Panther And A Demented Elf.

He Wants Her In His Bedroom. And Not In That Way — No Girl Has Ever Been In His Bedroom That Way. It Is His Private Space, His Sanctuary. But He Wants Clary There. He Wants Her To See Him, The Reality Of Him, Not The Image He Shows The World. He Wants To Lie Down On The Bed With Her And Have Her Curl Into Him. He Wants To Hold Her As She Breathes Softly Through The Night; To See Her As No One Else Sees Her: Vulnerable And Asleep. To See Her And To Be Seen.

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.

He Speaks Of You Only With The Greatest Pride, Will

I Believe In Good And Evil," Said Jem. "and I Believe The Soul Is Eternal. But I Don't Believe In The Fiery Pit, The Pitchforks, Or Endless Torment. I Do Not Believe You Can Threaten People Into Goodness." Tessa Looked At Will. "what About You? What Do You Believe? "pulvis Et Umbra Sumus," Said Will, Not Looking At Her As He Spoke. "i Believe We Are Dust And Shadows. What Else Is There?

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

You Can Take Your Law," She Said In A Measured Tone, "and Shove It Right Up Your-

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.

Luke Rose To His Feet. "i'm Taking Five Minutes For Some Air. I'll Be Back. " He Felt Them Watching Him As He Made His Way To The Front Doorsall Of Them, Even Amatis. Senhor Monteverde Whispered Something To His Wife In Portuguese; Luke Caught "lobo", The Word For "wolf", In The Stream Of Words. They Probably Think I'm Going Outside To Run In Circles And Bark At The Moon.

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

Well, You'll Have To Wait Till Tomorrow. I'm Out Of Commission." (he Points To His Shirt) "look. Jammies.

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

It's The Mortal Cup Jace, Not The Mortal Toilet Bowl.

We Needn't Talk About Tessa If You Don't Want To, You Know." "it's Not Tessa." This Was True. Will Hadn't Been Thinking Of Tessa. He Was Getting Good At Not Thinking About Her, Really; All It Took Was Determination And Practice.

It's Not Funny, Jace," Alec Interrupted, Starting To His Feet. "are You Just Going To Let Her Stand There And Call Me Names?" "yes," Jace Said Kindly. "it'll Do You Good-- Try To Think Of It As Endurance Training.

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

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

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!

Max," Jace Said. "max, I’m So Sorry.

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.

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.

You Mean You Haven’t Been Going On Romantic Dates With Sebastian While You’ve Been Away From Me?” “i Tried,” Jace Said, “but No Matter How Liquored Up You Get Him, He Just Won’t Put Out.

As Dull As Nate Gray Is," Will Said, "his Head Is Not Actually Filled With Gears, Henry. He's A Human.

What’s That Poem Again?” Will, Who Had Been Twirling His Empty Teacup Around His Fingers, Stood Up Straight And Declaimed: “each Spake Words Of High Disdain, And Insult To His Heart’s Best Brother—” “oh, By The Angel, Will, Do Be Quiet,” Said Charlotte, Standing Up. “i Must Go And Write A Letter To Aloysius Starkweather That Drips Remorse And Pleading. I Don’t Need You Distracting Me.” And, Gathering Up Her Skirts, She Hurried From The Room. “no Appreciation For The Arts,” Will Murmured, Setting His Teacup Down.

Khalepa Ta Kala, Greek. It Means 'beauty Is Harsh'.

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

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

And I Think That You Do Not Understand That Sometimes The Only Choice Is Between Acceptance And Madness.

Dear God, Woman,"said Will. "are There Any Questions You Don't Want To Know The Answer To?

All My Life, Since I Came To The Institute, You Were The Mirror Of My Soul. I Saw The Good In Me In You. In Your Eyes Alone I Found Grace. When You Are Gone From Me, Who Will See Me Like That?

Weapons, When They Break And Are Mended, Can Be Stronger At The Mended Places. Perhaps Hearts Are The Same.

Why Mundanes Always Insist On Taking Responsibility For Things That Aren't Their Fault Is A Mystery To Me. You Didn't Force That Cocktail Down His Idiotic Throat." -jace, Pg.241-

Then Again, It Was Jace. He'd Pick A Fight With A Mack Truck If The Urge Took Him.

It Was Truly Amazing, Clary Thought, How Much Teenage Boys Were Able To Eat Without Ever Gaining Weight Or Making Themselves Sick. -pg.68-

Jessamine Flushed. "ugh! Charlotte, Will's Being Vexing." "and The Sun Has Come Up In The East," Said Jem To No One In Particular. ... "and The Sun Comes Up In The West," Said Will, Who Had Apparently Heard Jem's Earlier Comment.

It Is Hard To Think Of Something As A Gift When You Have Been Tormented And Imprisoned For It.

The Great Thing About Writing For A Younger Audience Is That They Will Give It To You Straight With Their Responses. They'll Tell You Exactly What They Liked And Didn't Like, And When They're Enthusiastic, They're Unashamedly Enthusiastic. They'll Talk To You About Your Characters As If They Were Real People, Which Is Wonderful.

I Have Important Business To Get To. I Plan To Sulk All Afternoon, Followed, Perhaps, By An Evening Of Byronic Brooding And A Nighttime Of Dissipation.

Seeing Through Glamour Is Easy. It's People That Are Hard.

Will's Face Turned Grave. "be Careful With It, Though. It's Six Hundred Years Old And The Only Copy Of Its Kind. Losing Or Damaging It Is Punishable By Death Under The Law." Tessa Thrust The Book Away From Her As If It Were On Fire. "you Can't Be Serious." "you're Right. I'm Not." Will Leapt Down From The Ladder And Landed Lightly In Front Of Her. "you Do Believe Everything I Say, Though, Don't You? Do I Seem Unusually Trustworthy To You, Or Are You Just A Naive Sort?

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

The Way Magnus’ Breath Had Sounded, Rattling In His Chest, Before He’d Said His Father’s Name.

You Are Aware That The Sale Of Liquore Is Currently Against The Law." Edgar Went On, "but I Suppose That Is Why You Enjoy It." "everyone Should Have A Hobby Or Two," Magnus Said. "mine Just Happen To Include Illegal Trade, Drinking And Carousing. I've Heard Of Worse." "we Tend Not To Have Time For Hobbies." Shadowhunters. Always Better Than You.

Lies And Secrets, Tessa, They Are Like A Cancer In The Soul. They Eat Away What Is Good And Leave Only Destruction Behind.

I Should Have Warned Her About Your Habit Of Never Doing What You're Told." Jace Squinted At Her. "are Those Isabelle's Clothes? They Look Ridiculous On You." "i Could Point Out That You Burned My Clothes." -jace And Clary Pg. 63

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.

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