We May Not Be All That Bright,

It's Not Gray," Clary Felt Compelled To Point Out. "it's Green." "if There Was Such A Thing As Terminal Literalism, You'd Have Died In Childhood," Said Jace.

Truth Is Brighter Than Light Falsehood Darker Than Night Revenge Is Keener Than Axe And Love Is Softer Than Melting Wax

You Might Want To Lie Down," Magnus Advised. "i Find That It Helps When The Crushing Sense Of Horrible Realization Sets In.

Can I Help You With Something?" Clary Turned Instant Traitor Against Her Gender. "those Girls On The Other Side Of The Car Are Staring At You." Jace Assumed An Air Of Mellow Gratification. "of Course They Are," He Said, "i Am Stunningly Attractive.

I've Got A Stele We Can Use. Who Wants To Do Me?" "a Regrettable Choice Of Words," Muttered Magnus.