There Is No God, Not A God

Will Remembered The Two Of Them, Running Through The Dark Streets Of London, Jumping From Rooftop To Rooftop, Seraph Blades Gleaming In Their Hands; Hours In The Training Room, Shoving Each Other Into Mud Puddles, Throwing Snowballs At Jessamine From Behind An Ice Fort In The Courtyard, Asleep Like Puppies On The Rug In Front Of The Fire.

You Stole A Boat,” She Snapped. “what Am I Doing With You, You Boat-stealing Lunatic?

Mom. I Have Something To Tell You. I’m Undead. Now, I Know You May Have Some Preconceived Notions About The Undead. I Know You May Not Be Comfortable With The Idea Of Me Being Undead. But I’m Here To Tell You That Undead Are Just Like You And Me … Well, Okay. Possibly More Like Me Than You.

The Silent Brothers Are Doing Nude Cartwheels In The Hallways

What's This?" "that's A Mango." Simon Stared At Jace. Sometimes It Really Is Like Shadowhunters Were From An Alien Planet. "i Don't Think I've Seen One Of Those That Wasn't Already Cut Up," Jace Mused. "i Like Mangoes." Simon Grabbed The Mango And Tossed It Into The Cart. "great. What Else Do You Like?" Jace Pondered For A Moment. "tomato Soup," He Said Finally. "tomato Soup? You Want Tomato Soup And A Mango For Dinner?" Jace Shrugged. "i Don't Really Care About Food.