Not All That Is Mortal Is Useless.

"do You Remember Back At The Hotel When You Promised That If We Lived, You’d Get Dressed Up In A Nurse’s Outfit And Give Me A Sponge Bath?" "actually, I Think You Misheard," Clary Said. "it Was Simon Who Promised You The Sponge Bath." "as Soon As I’m Back On My Feet, Handsome," "i Knew We Should Have Left You A Rat," Said Jace.

Warlock,” He Said. “i Know Who You Are.” Magnus Raised His Eyebrows. “you Do?” “magnus Bane. Destroyer Of The Demon Marabas. Son Of—” “now,” Said Magnus, Quickly. “there’s No Need To Go Into All Of That.” “but There Is.” The Demon Sounded Reasonable, Even Amused. “if It Is Infernal Assistance You Require, Why Not Summon Your Father?” Alec Looked At Magnus With His Mouth Open.

Forsooth, I No Longer Toil In Vain, To Prove That Demon Pox Warps The Brain. So Though 'ti Pity, It's Not In Vain That The Pox-ridden Worm Was Slain: For To Believe In Me, You All Must Deign.

Nicely Done, Brother," Said Gabriel From The Bed, Blinking Sleepy Green Eyes At Gideon. Gideon Threw A Scone At Him.

You Have A Power Of Incalculable Value. You Need Ask Nothing Of Anyone. You Need Depend On No One. You Are Free, And That Freedom Is A Gift.