All My Life, Since I Came To

I Have The Benefit Of Experience Which Tells Me That Sulking Solves Nothing

Jace, Clary Thought, Was The Sort Of Person Who Liked It When Things Were Happening, Even Things That Were Bad

Our Own Sleeping Beauty. Who Finally Kissed You Awake?

Jordan Followed, Buttoning His Jeans And Muttering About How There Was Nothing Strange About Having A Pattern Of Dancing Penguins On Your Underwear.

What Are You? The Voice Came From Nowhere. It Was In The Room. It Was Outside. It Was In Magnus's Head. "a Warlock," Magnus Answered. "and What Are You?" We Are Many. "please Do Not Say You Are A Legion. Someone's Taken That." Do You Make Mirth From Mundane Scriptures, Warlock? "just Breaking The Ice