I'm A Werewolf, Not A Golden Retriever.

One Does No Question Miracles, Or Complain That They Are No Constructed Perfectly To One's Liking.

No. I Wanted To Tell You That I Was Proud Of You." Clary Slewed Around To Look At Her Mother. "you Were?" Jocelyn Nodded. "of Course I Was. The Way You Stood Up In Front Of The Clave Like That. The Way You Showed Them What You Could Do. You Made Them Look At You And See The Person They Loved Most In The World, Didn't You?" "yeah," Clary Said. "how Did You Know?" "because I Heard Them All Calling Out Different Names," Jocelyn Said Softly. "but I Still Saw You.

It Is The Mundanes Who Look At Me And See Something They Do Not Understand—a Boy Who Is Not Quite White And Not Quite Foreign Either." "just As I Am Not Human, And Not Demon Either," Tessa Said Softly. His Eyes Softened. "you Are Human," He Said. "never Think You Are Not. I Have Seen You With Your Brother; I Know How You Care For Him. If You Can Feel Hope, Guilt, Sorrow, Love—then You Are Human.

There's More To Someone Being Lovable Than The Way They Look." "...he Told Me That The Way You Can Tell If A Bug Or A Snake Is Poisonous, Like, Is If It's Got Really Lovely, Bright Markings. The More The Beautiful Its Skin Is, The More Deadly It Is." "all That Pretty Face And Whatnot Just Hides How Twisted Up And Rotten He Is On The Inside.

Magnus Reached Out To Touch Alec, But Alec Moved Away. Magnus' Hand Fall To Himself.