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You Don't Understand,' She Said, And There Was A Puzzling Trace Of Resentment In Her Voice. 'children Never Do. The Love A Parent Has For A Child, There's Nothing Else Like It. No Other Love So Consuming.

I Decided It Was Well Past Time To Take Him Home And Place Him In Bosom Of His Family. If You Had Rather I Put Him In An Orphanage, I Fully Understand.

To Destroy The Enemy It Can Be Necessary To Understand Him.

Simon Had Never Noticed Before, But She Wore A Silver Ring On Her Right Hand, With A Partner Of Flames Around The Band Of It, And A Carved L In The Center. It Reminded Him Of The Ring Clary Wore Around Her Neck, With Its Design Of Stars. "it's The Lightwood Family Ring," She Said, Noticing Where His Gaze Was Fixed. "every Family Has An Emblem. Ours Is Fire.

Niches Set Back In The Walls Contained Polished Marble Statues Of Entwined Bodies. Will Looked Away From Them Hastily, And Then Back. It Wasn't As If Magnus Seemed To Be Paying Attention To What Will Was Doing, And He'd Honestly Never Imagined Two People Could Get Themselves Into A Position Like That, Much Less Make It Look Artistic.