Glory?....glory Belongs To God Alone.

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

Will You Come With Me? For I Cannot Wait To Share The World With You, Jem. There Is So Much To See.

Ladies Who Were No Better Than They Should Be, Whose Dresses Were Too Tight, Too Bright And Too All The Things Magnus Liked Most, Lounged On Velvet-covered Benches Along The Walls.

I Love You So Much, So Incredibly Much," He Went On, "and I Forget When You're Close To Me, I Forget Who You Are. I Forget That You're Jem's. I'd Have To Be The Worst Sort Of Person To Think What I'm Thinking Right Now. But I Am Thinking It.

Clary Wondered What Exactly Peanut-fish-olive-tomato Soup Tasted Like.