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Looking For An Entirely Reliable Informant Is Like Looking For A Chaste Mistress.

Magnus Raised His Hands Above His Head And Clapped Once. The Room Flooded With Light. "you See? You Think That Would Be Possible Without Magic? "actually," Replied Simon, "it Is. If You Watched Infomercials You'd Know That.

Why Do You Do These Things To Yourself? Not Just What You Did To The Window, But The Way You Talked To Clary. What Are You Punishing Yourself For? You Can't Help How You Feel.

Tessa Had Begun To Tremble. This Is What She Had Always Wanted Someone To Say. What She Had Always, In The Darkest Corner Of Her Heart, Wanted Will To Say. Will, The Boy Who Loved The Same Books She Did, The Same Poetry She Did, Who Made Her Laugh Even When She Was Furious. And Here He Was Standing In Front Of Her, Telling Her He Loved The Words Of Her Heart, The Shape Of Her Soul. Telling Her Something She Had Never Imagined Anyone Would Ever Tell Her. Telling Her Something She Would Never Be Told Again, Not In This Way. And Not By Him. And It Did Not Matter. "it's Too Late", She Said.

You Couldn't Change The Past. You Could Only Go Forward