Clary Grinned At Luke. “so You’re Not

You Don’t Sound Very Patriotic,” Observed Tessa. “weren’t You Just Reminiscing About The Mountains?” “patriotic?” Will Looked Smug. “i’ll Tell You What’s Patriotic,” He Said. “in Honor Of My Birthplace, I’ve The Dragon Of Wales Tattooed On My—” “you’re In A Charming Temper, Aren’t You, William?” Interrupted Jem, Though There Was No Edge To His Voice.

He'd Woken Up The Next Day In The City Hospital With Magnus Bane Staring Down At Him With An Odd Expression--it Could Have Been Deep Concern Or Merely Curiosity, It Was Hard To Tell With Magnus.

It's Not Like A Stab Wound You Can Protect Me From. It's Like A Million Little Paper Cuts Every Day.

He Landed On His Back Amid A Tangled Pile Of Clothes. "isabelle," Simon Protested Weakly, "do You Really Think This Is Going To Make You Feel Any Better?" "trust Me," Isabelle Said, Placing A Hand On His Chest, Just Over His Unbeating Heart. "i Feel Better Already.

Jace Laughed, That Soft Rich Sound Clary Loved So Much. "i'm Warning You, That Jacket Is Sexy. The Institute Could Go Up In Sexy, Sexy Flames.