I Don't Suppose It Would Be Possible

How Had It Happened, Simon Thought, That He Was Bound To These People—to People Who Thought Of Him As Nothing More Than A Downworlder, Half Human At Best?

You’re My Sister,” He Said Finally. “my Sister, My Blood, My Family. I Should Want To Protect You”—he Laughed Soundlessly And Without Any Humor—“to Protect You From The Sort Of Boys Who Want To Do With You Exactly What I Want To Do.

He Wanted To Run To Her, Wrap Her In His Arms. Protect Her. But It Was Jem’s Place To Do Those Things, Not His. Not His.” -will Herondale

She Turned Back To Jace. "do You Have To Be So-," She Began, But Stopped When She Saw His Face. It Looked Stripped Down, Oddly Vulnerable. "unpleasant?" He Finishes For Her. "only At Days When My Adoptive Mother Tosses Me Out Of The House With Instructions Never To Darken Her Door Again. Usually I'm Remarkably Good-natured. Try Me On Any Day That Doesn't End In Y.

Gracious," Said Cecily. "you Must Be Mr. Sallows." "nephilim," Observed The Shop Owner Gloomily. "i Detest Nephilim." "hmph," Said Cecily. "charmed, I'm Sure.