Because You Told Me You Don't Have

But I Think It Has To Do With What You Believe About Yourself. If You Believe You're Damned, Then You Are. But If You Don't...

Something Snapped Inside Maryse. “he Is Not A Herondale. He Is A Lightwood. Jace Lightwood. He’s My Son.

I'm The One Who's Always Been There For You... Not Him!

That Demon Woman You Were Lounging With On The Divan,” Said Will. “would You Call Her A Friend, Or More Of A Business Associate?” Benedict’s Dark Eyes Hardened. “insolent Puppy—” “oh, I’d Say She Was A Friend,” Said Tessa. “one Doesn’t Usually Let One’s Business Associates Lick One’s Face. Although I Could Be Wrong. What Do I Know About These Things? I’m Only A Silly Woman.

I Always Knew There Were Vampires, Dude,” He’d Said. “because, You Know How There’s People You Know Who, Like, Always Look The Same, Even When They’re, Like, A Hundred Years Old? Like David Bowie? That’s Because They’re Vampires.