All Lightwoods Look The Same To Me—

Cleverness That Comes Too Late Is Hardly Cleverness At All?

You Left Me. You Made A Pet Out Of Me, And Then You Left Me. If Love Were Food, I Would Have Starved On The Bones You Gave Me.

The Will I Fell In Love With, She Almost Said."and Be Will," She Finished Instead. "or I Shall Hit You With My Umbrella.

He Seemed To Realize She Was Staring At Him, Because The Cursing Stopped. "you Cut Me," He Said. His Voice Was Pleasant. British. Very Ordinary. He Looked At His Hand With Critcal Interest. "it Might Be Fatal." Tessa Looked At Him With Wide Eyes. "are You The Magister?" He Tilted His Hand To The Side. Blood Ran Down It, Spattering The Floor. "dear Me, Massive Blood Loss. Death Could Be Imminent.

I Like That Stick Of Yours," He Said. "it's A Staff." Jem Swung Out To Knock Another Automaton Sideways. "made By The Iron Sisters, Only For Silent Brothers." [...] "anyone Can Sharpen A Stick." "it's A Staff," Jem Repeated, And Saw Will's Quicksilver Smile Out Of The Corner Of His Eye.