Clary Found Herself Wondering If The Forsaken

Lord Raziel. Surely Yoy Would Not Have Allowed Such A Thing As A Ritual By Wich You Might Be Summoned To Exist If You Did Not Intend To Be Summoned. We Nephilim Are Your Children. We Need Your Guidance

She Smiled Smugly. “we Came To An Agreement, The Duck And I.

He Didn't Know What Books Meant To Her, That Books Were Symbols Of Truth And Meaning.

I Thought... That We Could At Least Talk About Books.

He Looked At Her Levelly. There Was Something In His Eyes, A Sort Of Quizzical Admiration; She Wondered If It Was Simply Admiration Of Jessamine’s Looks. “no,” He Said. “no, Even Though You Are The Perfect Picture Of Jessamine, I Can See Tessa Through It Somehow As If, If I Were To Scrape Away A Layer Of Paint, There Would Be My Tessa Underneath.” “i Am Not Your Tessa Either.” The Light Sparkling In His Eyes Dimmed. “fair Enough,” He Said. “i Suppose You Are Not.