Every Memory Was Valuable; Even The Bad

The Right Man Won't Care

But They Love Each Other," Clary Said, Appalled. "isn't That What Love Means? That You're Supposed To Be There For The Other Person To Turn To, No Matter What?" Luke Looked Toward The River, At The Dark Water Moving Slowly Under The Light Of The Autumn Moon. "sometimes, Clary," He Said, "love Just Isn't Enough.

Don't Touch Any Of My Weapons Without My Permission." "well, There Goes My Plan For Selling Them All On Ebay," Clary Muttered. "selling Them On What?" Clary Smiled Blandly At Him. "a Mythical Place Of Great Magical Power.

Usually I'm Remarkably Good Natured. Try Me On A Day That Doesn't End In Y.

What Do You Think It Would Have Been Like If Valentine Had Brought You Up Along With Me? Would You Have Loved Me?" Clary Was Very Glad She Had Put Her Cup Down, Because If She Hadn't, She Would Have Dropped It. Sebastian Was Looking At Her Not With Any Shyness Or The Sort Of Natural Awkwardness That Might Be Attendant On Such A Bizarre Question, But As If She Were A Curious, Foreign Life-form. "well," She Said. "you're My Brother. I Would Have Loved You. I Would Have...had To.