But You Have To Learn To Bend

Mom. I Have Something To Tell You. I’m Undead. Now, I Know You May Have Some Preconceived Notions About The Undead. I Know You May Not Be Comfortable With The Idea Of Me Being Undead. But I’m Here To Tell You That Undead Are Just Like You And Me … Well, Okay. Possibly More Like Me Than You.

Why Can't I Go To Idris With You, Then? Because It's Not Safe For You There O And It's Safe For Me Here? I've Been Nearly Killed Almost A Dozen Times In The Past Month. That's Because Valentine Has Been Concentrating On The Two Mortal Instruments That Were Here. He's Going To Shift His Focus To Idris Now. We All Know It-- We're Hardly As Certain Of Anything As All That. And The Clave Wants To Meet Clarissa. You Know That, Jace. The Clave Can Screw Itself.

Now That You Know The Truth, You Can Never Go Back.

Oooh, That Was Fun." "that Does It," Said Jace. "i'm Going To Get You A Dictionary For Christmas This Year." "why?" Isabelle Said. "so You Can Look Up 'fun.' I'm Not Sure You Know What It Means." Isabelle Pulled The Long Heavy Mass Of Her Wet Hair Forward And Wrung It Out As If It Were Wet Washing. "you're Raining On My Parade." "it's A Pretty Wet Parade Already, If You Hadn't Noticed." Jace Glanced Around.

You Know," Clary Said, "most Psychologists Agree That Hostility Is Really Just Sublimated Sexual Attraction.