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I Have Lost Everything. Lost Everything. Everything. - William Herondale

Clary Stopped Dead In Her Tracks. "simon?" "oh, God," Said Jace, Sounding Resigned. "and Here I'd Actually Hoped I'd Got Hold Of Something Interesting." -clary And Jace Pg. 114

Now Before We Do Any Digging Around In That Blond Head Of Yours To Find Out The Truth, I Suggest You Cool Your Temper. And I Know Just Where You Can Do That Best.” Jace Blinked. “are You Sending Me To My Room?

Mundane Humans Create Distinctions Between Themselves, Distinctions That Seem Ridiculous To Any Shadowhunter. Their Distinctions Are Based On Race, Religion, National Identity, Any Of A Dozen Minor And Irrelevant Markers. ~ Valentine

Demon Pox," Said Sophie. "mr. Lightwood's Got It, Has Had For Years, And It'll Kill Him In A Right Couple Of Months If He Doesn't Get The Cure. And Mortmain Said He Can Get It For Him." The Room Exploded In A Hubbub. Charlotte Raced Over To Sophie; Henry Called After Her; Will Leaped From His Chair And Was Dancing In A Circle.