Everything That Happens To You Matters To

A Mark That Spoke Of Loss Was Still A Mark, A Remembrance. You Could Not Lose Something You Never Had.

I Do Not Walk Like A Duck.

Dear Alec And Magnus, How Are You? Everything's Just Fine Here. Thanks For You Postcard With The Picture Of The Taj Mahal. It Looks Nice. Disregard My Last Few Postcards. I See I Overdid It. To Make It Up To You, I'm Going To Redecorate Magnus's Loft For Free. -izzy

Don't Order Any Of The Faerie Food," Said Jace, Looking At Her Over The Top Of His Menu. "it Tends To Make Humans A Little Crazy. One Minute You're Munching A Faerie Plum, The Next Minute You're Running Naked Down Madison Avenue With Antlers On Your Head. Not," He Added Hastily, "that This Has Ever Happened To Me.

Vampires, Fey Folk, Werewolves, Shadowhunters, And Demons - These Things Made Sense To Magnus. But The Mundane World - It Seemed To Have No Pattern, No Form. Their Quicksilver Politics. Their Short Lives.