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Why Mundanes Always Insist On Taking Responsibility For Things That Aren't Their Fault Is A Mystery To Me. You Didn't Force That Cocktail Down His Idiotic Throat." -jace, Pg.241-

I Learned To Play The Instruments Of War," He Said, "and Paint In Blood.

It Has Been The Privilege And The Honor Of My Life To Know You.

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

What Were You Dreaming About?" "you." He Twisted A Lock Of Her Hair Around His Finger. "i Always Dream About You." "oh, Yeah? Because I Thought You Were Having A Nightmare." He Tipped His Head Back To Look At Her. "sometimes I Dream You're Gone," He Said. "i Keep Wondering When You'll Figure Out How Much Better You Could Do And Leave Me.