It Won't Be Pleasant." "nothing Ever Is.

No." Magnus Strode Toward Him. "i Didn't Call You Because I'm Tired Of You Only Wanting Me Around When You Need Something. I'm Tired Of Watching You Be In Love With Someone Else-someone, Incidentally, Who Will Never Love You Back. Not The Way I Do.

And When I Saw Him[my Father] Lying Dead In A Pool Of His Own Blood, I Knew Then That I Hadn't Stopped Believing In God. I'd Just Stopped Believing God Cared. There Might Be A God, Clary, And There Might Be Not. Either Way, We're On Our Own.

Jem Seemed To Look Through Her Then, As If He Were Seeing Something Beyond Her, Beyond The Corridor, Beyond The Institute Itself. "whatever You Are Physically," He Said, "male Or Female, Strong Or Weak, Ill Or Healthy--all Those Things Matter Less Than What Your Heart Contains. If You Have The Soul Of A Warrior, You Are A Warrior. All Those Other Things, They Are The Glass That Contains The Lamp, But You Are The Light Inside." He Smiled Them, Seeming To Have Come Back To Himself, Slightly Embarrassed. "that's What I Believe.

What Are You? The Voice Came From Nowhere. It Was In The Room. It Was Outside. It Was In Magnus's Head. "a Warlock," Magnus Answered. "and What Are You?" We Are Many. "please Do Not Say You Are A Legion. Someone's Taken That." Do You Make Mirth From Mundane Scriptures, Warlock? "just Breaking The Ice

What Is One Person's Pleasure Is Another's Poison.