You Can Tell Me To Stop Any

Well, She's Not Responding To My Advances," He Observed More Brightly Than He Felt, "so She Must Be Dead." "or She's A Woman Of Good Taste And Sense.

We're Called Shadowhunters. At Least, That's What We Call Ourselves. The Downworlders Have Less Complimentary Names For Us.

Is This Some Manly Bonding Thing I Can't Be A Part Of? Are You Getting Matching Haircuts?

I Always Thought Love Made You Stupid. Made You Weak. A Bad Shadowhunter. 'to Love Is To Destroy.'i Believed That[...]i Used To Think Being A Good Warrior Meant Not Caring,[...] And Then I Met You. You Were A Mundane. Weak. Not A Fighter. Never Trained[...] Love Didn't Make You Weak, It Made You Stronger Than Anyone I'd Ever Met. And I Realized I Was The One Who Was Weak.

There Was Something Peculiarly Gratifying About Shouting In A Blind Rage Until Your Words Ran Out.