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Clary," Jace Said Again. "you Know: Short, Redheaded, Bad Temper.

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.

Isabelle: Do You Want Some Soup? Jace: No Isabelle: Do You Think Hodge Will Want Some Soup? Jace: No One Wants Soup Simon: I Want Some Soup! Jace: No, You Don't. You Just Want To Sleep With Isabelle

No. It Is Said That The Nephilim Are The Children Of Men And Angels. All That This Angelic Heritage Has Given To Us Is A Longer Distance To Fall.

Mom. I Have Something To Tell You. I’m Undead. Now, I Know You May Have Some Preconceived Notions About The Undead. I Know You May Not Be Comfortable With The Idea Of Me Being Undead. But I’m Here To Tell You That Undead Are Just Like You And Me … Well, Okay. Possibly More Like Me Than You.