Don't." Clary Raised A Warning Hand. "i'm

I'll Just Be Your Brother From Now On." He Said, Looking At Her With A Hopeful Expectation That She Would Be Pleased, Which Made Her Want To Scream That He Was Smashing Her Heart Into Pieces And He Had To Stop. "that's What You Wanted, Isn't It?" It Took Her A Long Time To Answer, And When She Did, Her Own Voice Sounded Like An Echo, Coming From Very Far Away. "yes," She Said, And She Heard The Rush Of Waves In Her Ears And Her Eyes Stung As If From Sand Or Salt Spray. "that's What I Wanted.

They All Have Always Loved You, Will Herondale, For You Cannot Hide What Is Good About Yourself, However Hard You Try.

All That Running And Getting Nowhere, He Thought. Story Of My Life.

I Know What I'm Asking. For You To Find A Needle In - God, Not Even A Haystack. A Needle In A Tower Of Other Needles." "plunge Your Hand In A Tower Of Needles," Said Magnus, "and You Are Likely To Cut Yourself Badly. Are You Sure This Is What You Want?

I Think I Like ‘mundane’ Better Than ‘bloodsucker,’” Simon Muttered. “with Jace, You Don’t Really Get To Choose Your Insulting Nickname.” -simon And Clary, Pg.234-