To My Son, If You Are Reading

He Had To Think He Was Michael Wayland’s Son, Or The Lightwoods Would Not Have Protected Him As They Did. It Was Michael They Owed A Debt To, Not Me. It Was On Michael’s Account That They Loved Him, Not Mine.” “maybe They Loved Him On His Own Account,” Said Clary.

I Like In Books When We Start The Book And You Really Don't Know How It's Going To Turn Out.

There Walked Warlocks In All Their Bat-winged, Cat-eyed Glory, And Here, As They Swung Out Over The River, She Saw The Darting Flash Of Multicolored Tails Under The Silvery Skin Of The Water, The Shimmer Of Long, Pearl-strewn Hair, And Heard The High, Rippling Laughter Of The Mermaids.

But I Think It Has To Do With What You Believe About Yourself. If You Believe You're Damned, Then You Are. But If You Don't...

Please Tell Me You Did Not Bring Me Out Here So You Could Tell Me A Very Boring Story About Your Sister.