But You Hate Poetry! Yes, But You

"yeah, Well, You Clearly Also Couldn't Be Bothered To Call Me And Tell Me You Were Shacking Up With Some Dyed-blond Wanna-be Goth You Probably Met At Pandemonium. After I Spent The Past Three Days Wondering If You Were Dead." "i Was Not Shacking Up," Clary Said, Glad Of The Darkness As The Blood Rushed To Her Face. "and My Hair Is Naturally Blond," Said Jace. "just For The Record."

What Happened To You?” Jace Looked Affronted. “what Happened To Me?” Alec Shook Him, Not Lightly. “you Said You Were Going For A Walk! What Kind Of Walk Takes Six Hours?” “a Long One?” Jace Suggested.

You Cannot Save Every Fallen Bird," Said Woolsey. "one Will Do," Said Magnus.

Stop It," He Hissed In Her Ear. "you'll Just Make It Worse For Yourself. It's Better If You Don't Look." "like You Do?" She Hissed Back. "shutting Your Eyes And Pretending Something's Not Happening Doesn't Make It Not True, Jace. You Ought To Know Better-

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