Whither Thou Goest, I Will Go; Where

Simon!” The Voice Was Clary’s. He Would Know It Anywhere. He Wondered If His Mind Was Conjuring It Up Now, A Sense Memory Of What He’d Most Loved During Life To Carry Him Through The Process Of Death. “simon, You Stupid Idiot! I’m Over Here! At The Window!” Simon Jumped To His Feet. He Doubted His Mind Would Conjure That Up.

The Most Remarkable Thing About Him Were His Eyes. They Were Laughing Eyes, At Once Both Joyous And Tender: They Were The Radiant Pale Blue Of A Sky Slipping Toward Evening In Heaven, When Angels Who Had Been Sweet All Day Found Themselves Tempted To Sin.

You're The First Shadowhunter I've Ever Met." “that’s Too Bad,” Said Jace, “since All The Others You Meet From Now On Will Be A Terrible Letdown.

You Know How The Bonds Of Family Are, My Lady... They Cling As Tightly As Vines. And Sometimes, Like Vines, They Cling Tightly Enough To Kill.

When To People Tell The Same Lie..." "they Are Working Together," Will Finished