I Prefer The School Of Life.

Look On The Bright Side," Said Simon, "if They Need A Human Sacrifice, You Can Always Offer Me. I'm Not Sure The Rest Of You Qualify Anyway.

She Knew She Could Not Be Jem For Will. No One Could. But Slowly The Hollow Places In His Heart Were Filling In.

"yeah, Well, You Clearly Also Couldn't Be Bothered To Call Me And Tell Me You Were Shacking Up With Some Dyed-blond Wanna-be Goth You Probably Met At Pandemonium. After I Spent The Past Three Days Wondering If You Were Dead." "i Was Not Shacking Up," Clary Said, Glad Of The Darkness As The Blood Rushed To Her Face. "and My Hair Is Naturally Blond," Said Jace. "just For The Record."

You Love Each Other – Anyone Can See That, Looking At You – That Kind Of Love That Can Burn Down The World Or Raise It Up In Glory.

Magnus, Standing By The Door, Snapped His Fingers Impatiently. "move It Along, Teenagers. The Only Person Who Gets To Canoodle In My Bedroom Is My Magnificent Self." "canoodle?" Repeated Clary, Never Having Heard The Word Before. "magnificent?" Repeated Jace, Who Was Just Being Nasty. Magnus Growled. The Growl Sounded Like "get Out.