Max," Jace Said. "max, I’m So Sorry.

So It's True. You Can Walk In Sunlight. I Thought Perhaps It Might Have Worn Off." "if I Feel The Urge To Burst Into Flames, I'll Let You Know.

It Was Eric's Voice Not Simon's, On The Recorded Message. “ladies, Ladies ” He Said. Though It Was The Millionth Time She’d Heard The Recording, Clary Couldn't Help Rolling Her Eyes. “if You've Reached This Message That Means Our Boy Simon Is Out Partying. But Please Don’t Fight Among Yourselves. There’s Always Enough Simon To Go Around.” There Was A Muffled Yell, Some Laughter, And Then The Long Sound Of The Beep.

Did You Just Kiss Me?" Will Inquired. Magnus Made A Slip-second Decision. "no." "i Thought-" "on Occasion The Aftereffects Of The Painkilling Spells Can Result In Hallucinations Of The Most Bizarre Sort." "oh," Will Said. "how Peculiar.

He’s Not Feeling Well,” Clary Said, Catching At Simon’s Wrist. “we’re Going.” “no,” Simon Said. “no, I — I Need To Talk To Him. To The Inquisitor." Robert Reached Into His Jacket And Drew Out A Crucifix. Clary Stared In Shock As He Held It Up Between Himself And Simon. “i Speak To The Night’s Children Council Representative, Or To The Head Of The New York Clan,” He Said. “not To Any Vampire Who Comes To Knock At My Door —“ Simon Reached Out And Plucked The Cross Out Of Robert’s Hand. “wrong Religion,” He Said.

When You Told Me The First Time That Valentine Was Your Father, I Didn't Believe It. Not Just Because I Didn't Want It To Be True, But Because You Weren't Anything Like Him. I've Never Thought You're Anything Like Him. But You Are. You Are.