I Prefer The School Of Life.

Enough, Both Of You,' Clary Said. 'you Can't Be Complete Jerks To Each Other Forever, You Know.' Technically,' Said Simon, 'i Can.' Jace Made An Inelegant Noise; After A Moment Clary Realized That He Was Trying Not To Laugh, And Only Semi-succeeding.

As Metal Rang On Metal, Some Inner Part Of Jem, Some Part That Had Been Lost Without His Even Knowing It Was Lost, Felt The Pleasure Of Fighting Together With Will One Last Time.

You May Be The Only Guy My Age I've Ever Met Who Knows What Bergamot Is, Much Less That It's In Earl Grey Tea." "yes, Well," Jace Said, With A Supercilious Look, "i'm Not Like Other Guys. Besides," He Added, Flipping A Book Off The Shelf, "at The Institute We Have To Take Classes In Basic Medicinal Uses For Plants. It's Required." "i Figured All Your Classes Were Stuff Like Slaughter 101 And Beheading For Beginners." Jace Flipped A Page. "very Funny, Fray.

That Was What Humans Did: They Left On Another Messages Through Time, Pressed Between Pages Or Carved Into Rock. Like Reaching Out A Hand Through Time, And Trusting In A Phantom Hoped-for Hand To Catch Yours. Humans Did Not Last Forever. They Could Only Hope What They Made Would Endure.

One More Thing," Jace Said. "is There A Holy Place Around Here?" “good Idea. If You're Going To Take On A Lair Of Vampires By Yourself, You'd Better Pray First.