Black Hair And Blue Eyes Are My

Ah,” Said A Voice From The Doorway, “having Your Annual ‘everyone Thinks Will Is A Lunatic’ Meeting, Are You? “it’s Biannual,” Said Jem. “and No, This Is Not That Meeting.

Our Hearts, They Need A Mirror, Tessa. We See Our Better Selves In The Eyes Of Those Who Love Us.

He's My Neophyte Downworlder To Mock And Boss Around, Not Yours.

Jace: "i Guess We Better Move The Trash. We Can Start With The Dumpster," Looking Unenthusiastic. Clary: "you'd Rather Face A Ravening Horde Of Demons, Wouldn't You?" Jace: "at Least They Wouldn't Be Crawling With Maggots. Well, Not Most Of Them, Anyway. There Was This One Demon, Once, That I Tracked Down To The Sewers Under Grand Central--" Clary: "don't. I'm Not Really In The Mood Right Now." Jace: "that's Got To Be The First Time A Girl's Ever Said That To Me." Clary: "stick With Me And It Won't Be The Last.

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