Lawful Good To Lawful Evil!" Said Simon,

My Name Is Herondale," The Boy Said Cheerfully. "william Herondale, But Everyone Calls Me Will. Is This Really Your Room? Not Very Nice, Is It?" He Wandered Toward The Window, Pausing To Examine The Stacks Of Books On Her Bedside Table, And Then The Bed Itself. He Waved A Hand At The Ropes. "do You Often Sleep Tied To The Bed?

The More You Try To Crush Your True Nature, The More It Will Control You. Be What You Are. No One Who Really Loves You Will Stop.

You Never Really Hate Anyone As Much As Someone You Cared About Once.

Wait." Clary Was Suddenly Nervous. "the Melted Metal-it Could Be, Like, Toxic Or Something." Maia Snorted. "i'm From New Jersey. I Born In Toxic Sludge.

She Turned To Look At Sebastian, Lying On The Bed. He Was Shirtless, And Even In The Dim Light The Old Whip Weals Across His Back Were Visible. She Had Always Been Fascinated By Shadowhunters But Had Never Thought She Would Find One Whose Personality She Could Stand For More Than Five Minutes, Until Sebastian.