If Love Is Great, Then It Is

My Name Is Herondale," The Boy Said Cheerfully. "william Herondale, But Everyone Calls Me Will. Is This Really Your Room? Not Very Nice, Is It?" He Wandered Toward The Window, Pausing To Examine The Stacks Of Books On Her Bedside Table, And Then The Bed Itself. He Waved A Hand At The Ropes. "do You Often Sleep Tied To The Bed?

She Had Never Imagined She Had The Power To Make Someone Else So Happy. And Not A Magical Power, Either--a Purely Human One.

For Free Will Is What Makes Us Heaven's Creatures.

Well, What? Sophie-" "i Hit Her On The Head With A Mirror," Sophie Said Hopelessly. "one Of Those Silver-backed Ones, So It Was Quite Heavy. She Went Down Just Like A Stone, Miss. So I...i Tied Her To The Bed And I Came Looking For You.

You're A Disaster For Us, Clary! You're A Mundane, You'll Always Be One, You'll Never Be A Shadowhunter! You Don't Know How To Think Like We Do, Think About What's Best For Everyone-- All You Think About Is Yourself! But There's A War Now, Or There Will Be, And I Don't Have Time Or The Inclination To Follow Around After You, Trying To Make Sure You Don't Get Us Killed! Go Home, Clary. Go Home!