Clary,” Jocelyn Said. “i Want You To

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.

Is This The Part Where You Start Tearing Off Strips Of Your Shirt To Bind My Wounds?" "if You Wanted Me To Rip My Clothes Off, You Should Have Just Asked.

What Are All These?" Clary Asked. "vials Of Holy Water, Blessed Knives, Steel And Silver Blades," Jace Said, Piling The Weapons On The Floor Beside Him, "electrum Wire - Not Much Use At The Moment But It's Always Good To Have Spares - Silver Bullets, Charms Of Protetion, Crucifixes, Stars Of David-" "jesus," Said Clary "i Doubt He'd Fit." "jace." Clary Was Appalled.

Jace Snorted So Loudly That She Turned On Him With A Frown. He Wiggled His Mud-caked Fingers At Her. His Nails Were Black Crescents. "filthy Inside And Out.

Simon Stepped Between Them. “i’m Not Going To Let You Fight With Each Other.” “and What Are You Going To Do About It If . . . Oh.” Jace's Gaze Trailed Up To Simon’s Forehead, And He Grinned Reluctantly. “ So Basically You’re Threatening To Turn Me Into Something You Can Sprinkle On Popcorn If I Don’t Do What You Say?