...we Die, We Turn, We Are Reborn

His Parabatai Rune Was Bleeding

When Jace Opened The Greenhouse Door, The Scent Hit Clary, Soft As The Padded Blow Of A Cat's Paw.

Children Of The Nephilim," Magnus Said. "well, Well. I Don't Recall Inviting You." Isabelle Took Out Her Invitation And Waved It Like A White Flag. "i Have An Invitation. These"--she Indicated The Rest Of The Group With A Grand Wave Of Her Arm--"are My Friends." Magnus Plucked The Invitation Out Of Her Hand And Looked At It With Fastidious Distaste. "i Must Have Been Drunk," He Said. He Threw The Door Open. "come In. And Try Not To Murder Any Of My Guests." Jace Looked At Him, "even If One Of Them Spills Something On My New Shoes?" "even Then." - 219

I Don’t Like Keeping Her In The Dark,” Jace Said. “we’ll Tell Her In A Week. What Difference Does A Week Make?” Jace Gave Him A Look. “two Weeks Ago You Were Dead.” “well, I Wasn’t Suggesting Two Weeks,” Said Sebastian. “that Would Be Insane.

Only The Very Weak-minded Refuse To Be Influenced By Literature And Poetry.