Cleverness That Comes Too Late Is Hardly

You Promise Me, He Said. That You Love Him. Enough To Marry Him And Make Him Happy.

I've Heard The Word 'fear'. I Simply Choose To Believe It Doesn't Apply To Me.

Clary Grinned. "a Picnic? It's A Little Late For Central Park, Don't You Think? It's Full Of - " He Waved A Hand. "faeries. I Know." "i Was Going To Say Muggers," Said Clary. "though I Pity The Mugger Who Goes After You." "that Is A Wise Attitude, And I Commend You For It," Said Jace, Looking Gratified.

Watching Jace Hug Isabelle, She Tried To School Her Features Into A Happy And Loving Expression. "are You All Right?" Simon Asked, With Some Concern. "your Eyes Are Crossing.

Jace Wasn’t Exactly Prone To Random Fits Of Panic