All Lightwoods Look The Same To Me—

Clary?” Jace Tilted His Head To The Side, Studying Her Face. “you Do—you Still Love Me, Don’t You?” “i Love Jace Lightwood,” She Said. “i Don’t Know Who You Are.

I Have A Feeling You're Right, Sherwin.' 'simon. My Name Is Simon.

He's Not In A Very Good Mood," Said Luke, Pausing In Front Of A Closed Door. "i Shut Him Up In Freaky Pete's Office After He Nearly Killed Half My Pack With His Bare Hands. He Wouldn't Talk To Me, So"—luke Shrugged—"i Thought Of You." He Looked From Clary's Baffled Face To Simon's. "what?" "i Can't Believe He Came Here," Clary Said. "i Can't Believe You Know Someone Named Freaky Pete," Said Simon. "i Know A Lot Of People," Said Luke. "not That Freaky Pete Is Strictly People, But I'm Hardly One To Talk.

Pulvis Et Umbra Sumsu." ~ Horace, Odes ("we Are Dust And Shadows")

He's Not Here." "not Here Like He Just Popped Around The Corner To The Bodega For A Six-pack Of Diet Coke And A Box Of Krispy Kremes, Or Not Here Like.