I Have A High Pain Threshold. In

Oh, Come On," Clary Said. "you're A Vampire, Not Spider-man.

Smarmy Little Prig,” Will Snarled, Leaning Father Forward, As If He Longed To Reach Through The Magical Portal And Strangle Gabriel. “when I Get Him Alone…” “i Ought To Go In With Her Instead,” Gabriel Went On. “i Can Look Out For Her A Bit More. Instead Of Simply Looking Out For Myself.” “hanging’s Too Good For Him,” Agreed Jem, Who Looked As If He Were Trying Not To Laugh. “tessa Knows Will,” Protested Charlotte. “she Trusts Will.” “i Wouldn’t Go That Far,” Muttered Tessa.

Tessa Is Gone, And Every Moment She Is Gone Is A Knife Ripping Me Apart From The Inside. She Is Gone, And They Cannot Track Her, And I Have No Idea Where To Go Or What To Do Next, And The Only Person I Can Imagine Speaking My Agony To Is The One Person Who Cannot Know.

Like Letting Spiders Live Because They Eat Mosquitoes, Clary Thought. "so They're Good Enough To Let Live, Good Enough To Make Your Food For You, Good Enough To Flirt With-but Not Really Good Enough? I Mean, Not As Good As People.

You Can't Forget The Things You Did In The Past, Or You'll Never Learn From Them.