I Am, In The End, What You

We're Called Shadowhunters. At Least, That's What We Call Ourselves. The Downworlders Have Less Complimentary Names For Us.

Gracious," Said Cecily. "you Must Be Mr. Sallows." "nephilim," Observed The Shop Owner Gloomily. "i Detest Nephilim." "hmph," Said Cecily. "charmed, I'm Sure.

She Had A Plan. Even If It Was A Little Insane.

Henry Patted Charlotte’s Shoulder Anxiously. “would You Like A Cool Cloth? What Can I Do To Help?” “you Could Ride Up To Yorkshire And Chop That Old Goat’s Head Off.” Charlotte Sounded Mutinous. “won’t That Make Things Rather Awkward With The Clave?” Asked Henry. “they’re Not Generally Very Receptive About, You Know, Beheadings And Things.

Yes, He Would Have Done That For Tessa - Died To Keep The Ones She Needed Beside Her - And So Would Jem Have Done That For Him Or For Tessa, And So Would Tessa, He Thought, Do That For Both Of Them. It Was A Near Incomprehensible Tangle, The Three Of Them, But There Was One Certainty, And That Was That There Was No Lack Of Love Between Them.