All My Life, Since I Came To

Demons Feed On Death And Pain Madness," Valentine Said. "when I Kill, It Is Because I Must. You Grew Up In A Falsely Beautiful Paradise Surrounded By Fragile Glass Walls, My Daughter. Your Mother Created The World She Wanted To Live In And She Brought You Up In It, But She Never Told You It Was An Illusion. And All The Time The Demons Waited With Their Weapons Of Blood And Terror To Smash The Glass And Pull You Free Of The Lie.

She Had No Recollection, Later, Of Having Decided What To Do Next, Or Of Having Hunted For Something To Wear, But Somehow She Was Hurrying Down The Stairs, Dressed In Shadowhunter Gear, The Letter In One Hand And The Chain With The Ring Clasped Hastily Around Her Throat.

His Steady Gaze Held Hers. His Blue Eyes Were Very Dark, Uniquely So. She Had Known People Before With Blue Eyes, But They Had Always Been Light Blue. Will's Were The Color Of The Sky Just On The Edge Of Night.

One More Thing," Jace Said. "is There A Holy Place Around Here?" “good Idea. If You're Going To Take On A Lair Of Vampires By Yourself, You'd Better Pray First.

I've Got The Mark Of Cain," Said Simon. "that Means Nothing Can Kill Me, Right?" "you Can Kill Yourself," Magnus Said, Somewhat Unhelpfully. "as Far As I Know, Inanimate Objects Can Accidentally Kill You. So If You Were Planning On Teaching Yourself The Lambada On A Greased Platform Over A Pit Full Of Knives, I Wouldn't." "there Goes My Saturday.