Don't You Hate It? Not Ever Saying

You'd Think The Angel Would Have Been Foresighted Enough To Give Us A Birth-control Rune, But No Dice.

I Knew Then That Jocelyn Would Never Come Back To Me, Because Of You. You Are The Only Thing In The World She Ever Loved More Than She Loved Me. And Because Of That She Hates Me. And Because Of That, I Hate The Sight Of You

Every Memory Was Valuable; Even The Bad Ones.

What Is This?” He Went On Now, Spearing An Unfortunate Object On A Fork And Raising It To Eye Level. “this… This… Thing?” “a Parsnip?” Jem Suggested. “a Parsnip Planted In Satan’s Own Garden.” Said Will. He Glanced About. “i Don’t Suppose There’s A Dog I Could Feed It To.” “there Don’t Seem To Be Any Pets About,” Jem—who Loved All Animals, Even The Inglorious And Ill-tempered Church—observed. “probably All Poisoned By Parsnips,” Said Will.

He Strode To The Wall And Tore Aside One Of The Velvet Hangings. “you Want To Tell Me What This Is?” He Demanded. “it’s A Door, Jace,” Said Clary.