What Would Demons," She Said, "want With

Jace's Eyes Sparkled, But He Said Calmly, "not At All. The Silent Brothers Can Help Her Retrieve Her Memories." "you Hate The Silent Brothers," Protested Isabelle. "i Don't Hate Them," Said Jace Candidly."i'm Afraid Of Them. It's Not The Same Thing." "i Thought You Said They Were Libarians," Said Clary. "they Are Librarians." Simon Whistled. "those Must Be Some Killer Late Fees.

Simon To Die. Jace To Live. Jonathon To Retune. And You Valentine's Daughter, To Be The Catalist Of It All.

The Front Door Shut, Leaving Alec Sitting In The Half-lit Garden, Alone. He Closed His Eyes For A Moment, The Image Of A Face Hovering Behind His Lids. Not Jace's Face, For A Change. The Eyes Set In The Face Were Green, Slit-pupiled. Cat Eyes.

You're A Disaster For Us, Clary! You're A Mundane, You'll Always Be One, You'll Never Be A Shadowhunter! You Don't Know How To Think Like We Do, Think About What's Best For Everyone-- All You Think About Is Yourself! But There's A War Now, Or There Will Be, And I Don't Have Time Or The Inclination To Follow Around After You, Trying To Make Sure You Don't Get Us Killed! Go Home, Clary. Go Home!

Pointless, Needless Suffering And Pain? I Don’t Suppose It Would Help If I Told You That Was The Way Life Is. The Good Suffer, The Evil Flourish, And All That Is Mortal Passes Away.