Sometimes," Said Will, "they're Even Supposed To

Aren't You, Uh..." Clary Searched For The Right Word. "reproducing?

What They Had Between Them Was Still As Fragile As Flickering Candle Flame, As Delicate As Eggshell - And He Knew That If It Shattered, If He Somehow Let It Break And Be Destroyed, Something Inside Him Would Shatter Too, Something That Could Never Be Fixed.

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?

I'm A Werewolf, Not A Golden Retriever.

You're Not Going,"he Said As Soon As She'd Finished. "if I Have To Tie You Up And Sit On You Until This Insane Whim Of Yurs Passes, You Are Not Going To Idris." Clary Felt As If He'd Slapped Her. She Had Thought He'd Be Pleased. She'd Run All The Way From The Hospital To The Institute To Tell Him, And Here He Was Standing In The Entryway Glaring At Her With A Look Of Grim Death. "but You're Going.