All Lightwoods Look The Same To Me—

You Disappear So Completely Into Your Head Sometimes," He Said. "i Wish I Could Follow You.

Your Angel Cannot Protect You Against That Which Neither God Nor The Devil Had Made

They Say Time Heals All Wounds, But That Presumes The Source Of The Grief Is Finite

Isabelle's Clothes Looked Ridiculous. Clary Had To Roll The Legs On The Jeans Up Several Times Before She Stopped Tripping On Them, And The Plunging Neckline Of The Red Tank Top Only Emphasized Her Lack Of What Eric Would Have Called A "rack.

Well,” Tessa Said, Sighting Along The Line Of The Knife, “you Behave As If You Dislike Me. In Fact, You Behave As If You Dislike Us All.” “i Don’t,” Gabriel Said. “i Just Dislike Him.” He Pointed At Will. “dear Me,” Said Will, And He Took Another Bite Of His Apple. “is It Because I’m Better-looking Than You?