He Was Will, In All His Perfect

Don't Bother Her, Don't Try To Talk To Her, Don't Even Look At Her, Or I'll Fold You In Half So Many Times You'll Look Like A Tiny Little Origami Werewolf.

She Had No Recollection, Later, Of Having Decided What To Do Next, Or Of Having Hunted For Something To Wear, But Somehow She Was Hurrying Down The Stairs, Dressed In Shadowhunter Gear, The Letter In One Hand And The Chain With The Ring Clasped Hastily Around Her Throat.

We Needn't Talk About Tessa If You Don't Want To, You Know." "it's Not Tessa." This Was True. Will Hadn't Been Thinking Of Tessa. He Was Getting Good At Not Thinking About Her, Really; All It Took Was Determination And Practice.

If I Was Harsh With You, It Was Because I Cannot Bear To See You Treat Yourself As If You Are Worth Nothing. Whatever Part You Might Act To The Contrary, I See You As You Really Are, My Blood Brother. Not Just Better Than You Pretend To Be, But Better Than Most People Could Hope To Be.

Why Can't I Go To Idris With You, Then? Because It's Not Safe For You There O And It's Safe For Me Here? I've Been Nearly Killed Almost A Dozen Times In The Past Month. That's Because Valentine Has Been Concentrating On The Two Mortal Instruments That Were Here. He's Going To Shift His Focus To Idris Now. We All Know It-- We're Hardly As Certain Of Anything As All That. And The Clave Wants To Meet Clarissa. You Know That, Jace. The Clave Can Screw Itself.