It Really Was Getting Difficult To Be

Simon Remembered A Rhyme His Mother Used To Recite To Him, About Magpies. You Were Supposed To Count Them And Say: One For Sorrow, Two For Mirth, Three For A Wedding, Four For A Birth, Five For Silver, Six For Gold, Seven For A Secret That's Never Been Told. "right," Simon Said. He Had Already Lost Count Of The Numbers Of Birds There Were. Seven, He Guessed. A Secret That's Never Been Told. Whatever That Was.

She Had No Recollection, Later, Of Having Decided What To Do Next, Or Of Having Hunted For Something To Wear, But Somehow She Was Hurrying Down The Stairs, Dressed In Shadowhunter Gear, The Letter In One Hand And The Chain With The Ring Clasped Hastily Around Her Throat.

There Is More To Life Than Surviving.

I Am A Demon Hunter. Clearly, I Am Not Afraid Of The Dark.

I Would Give You Everything Of Myself. I Would Give You More In Two Weeks Than Most Men Would Give You In A Lifetime.