Cucumber And Bergamot," Clary Said. "is There

I Think I Gave Alec A Complex About What Kind Of Fighter He Was, Just Because He Wanted To Live.

You're All He Ever Wants.

Simon!” The Voice Was Clary’s. He Would Know It Anywhere. He Wondered If His Mind Was Conjuring It Up Now, A Sense Memory Of What He’d Most Loved During Life To Carry Him Through The Process Of Death. “simon, You Stupid Idiot! I’m Over Here! At The Window!” Simon Jumped To His Feet. He Doubted His Mind Would Conjure That Up.

Was It Weird Hearing From Jace?" Asked Simon, His Voice Carefully Neutral. "i Mean, Since You Found Out..." His Voice Trailed Off. Yes?"said Clary, Her Voice Sharply Edged. "since I Found Out What? That He's A Killer Transvestite Who Molests Cats?" No Wonder That Cat Of His Hates Everyone." Oh, Shut Up, Simon," Clary Said Crossly.

Demons Feed On Death And Pain Madness," Valentine Said. "when I Kill, It Is Because I Must. You Grew Up In A Falsely Beautiful Paradise Surrounded By Fragile Glass Walls, My Daughter. Your Mother Created The World She Wanted To Live In And She Brought You Up In It, But She Never Told You It Was An Illusion. And All The Time The Demons Waited With Their Weapons Of Blood And Terror To Smash The Glass And Pull You Free Of The Lie.