So Much Saintlike Patience Cannot Be Good

I Am One Of The Clave. It's In My Blood And Bones. So Tell Me, If You're So Sure This Wasn't My Fault, Why Is It That The First Thought In My Mind When I Saw Abbadon Wasn't For My Fellow Warriors But For You?" His Other Hand Came Up; He Was Holding Her Face, Prisoned Between His Palms. "i Know-i Knew-alec Wasn't Acting Like Himself. I Knew Something Was Wrong. But All I Could Think About Was You.

Black For Hunting Through The Night For Death And Mourning The Color's White Gold For A Bride In Her Wedding Gown And Red To Call The Enchantment Down White Silk When Our Bodies Burn Blue Banners When The Lost Return Flame For The Birth Of A Nephilim And To Wash Away Our Sins. Gray For The Knowledge Best Untold Bone For Those Who Don't Grow Old Saffron Lights The Victory March Green To Mend Our Broken Hearts Silver For The Demon Towers And Bronze To Summon Wicked Powers -shadowhunter Children's Rhyme

I've Got The Mark Of Cain," Said Simon. "that Means Nothing Can Kill Me, Right?" "you Can Kill Yourself," Magnus Said, Somewhat Unhelpfully. "as Far As I Know, Inanimate Objects Can Accidentally Kill You. So If You Were Planning On Teaching Yourself The Lambada On A Greased Platform Over A Pit Full Of Knives, I Wouldn't." "there Goes My Saturday.

I Was Looking For Simon." Jordan Squinted At Her. "it's Two In The Morning." She Shrugged. "he's A Vampire." "but I'm Not.

Alec Would Have Said He Could Have Benefited From A Bit More In The Way Of Constructive Cowardice.