The Law May Be Hard But It's

Clothes Were Scattered Across The Floor In Piles, A Duffel Bag Open On The Floor As If It Had Exploded. Isabelle's Bright Silver-gold Whip Hung From One Bedpost, A Lacy White Bra From Another. Simon Averted His Eyes. The Curtains Were Drawn, The Lamps Extinguished. Isabelle Flopped Down On The Edge Of The Bed And Looked At Him With Bitter Amusement. "a Blushing Vampire. Who Would Have Guessed.

To Love Is To Destroy, To Destroy Is To Love. -jace Herondale

I Don't Want Tea," Said Clary, With Muffled Force. "i Want To Find My Mother. And Then I Want To Find Out Who Took Her In The First Place, And I Want To Kill Them." "unfortunately," Said Hodge, "we're All Out Of Bitter Revenge At The Moment, So It's Either Tea Or Nothing.

Alec's Trying To Get Magnus To Take Him Seriously, But He's Never Told Our Parents About Magnus, Or Even That He Likes, You Know -" "warlocks ?" Simon Said.

That Was What Humans Did: They Left On Another Messages Through Time, Pressed Between Pages Or Carved Into Rock. Like Reaching Out A Hand Through Time, And Trusting In A Phantom Hoped-for Hand To Catch Yours. Humans Did Not Last Forever. They Could Only Hope What They Made Would Endure.