Khalepa Ta Kala, Greek. It Means 'beauty

It Was Eric's Voice Not Simon's, On The Recorded Message. “ladies, Ladies ” He Said. Though It Was The Millionth Time She’d Heard The Recording, Clary Couldn't Help Rolling Her Eyes. “if You've Reached This Message That Means Our Boy Simon Is Out Partying. But Please Don’t Fight Among Yourselves. There’s Always Enough Simon To Go Around.” There Was A Muffled Yell, Some Laughter, And Then The Long Sound Of The Beep.

Will’s Hand Looked Brown And Sunburnt By Contrast, Their Fingers Dovetailed Together Like Piano Keys.

You're Staring At Me," Simon Said. "why Are You Staring At Me? Have I Got Something On My Face?

Were You Ever Actually Going To Leave New York, Or Were You Just Saying That To Get Her To Finally Make A Move?” “clary,” Said Luke, “i Am Shocked That You Would Suggest Such A Thing.

I've Always Been Happy With You," He Said. "but I Never Thought I Deserved It." "and Now You Do?" "and Now The Feeling's Gone," He Said. "all I Know Is That I Love You And For The First Time, That's Good Enough.