Endless Hope, Endless Disappointment.

Good Organization,” Said Magnus. “i Knew The Man Who Founded It, Back In The 1800s. Woolsey Scot. Respectable Old Werewolf Family.” Alec Made An Ugly Sound In The Back Of His Throat. “did You Sleep With Him, Too?” Magnus’s Cat Eyes Widened. “alexander!

I Think I Like ‘mundane’ Better Than ‘bloodsucker,’” Simon Muttered. “with Jace, You Don’t Really Get To Choose Your Insulting Nickname.” -simon And Clary, Pg.234-

I Figured All Your Classes Were Stuff Like Slaughter 101 And Beheading For Beginners." Jace Flipped A Page. "very Funny, Fray.

Jace's Clothes Had Been Clean,stylish,ordinary. Sebastian Had Been Wearing A Long Black Wool Trench Coat That Had Looked Expensive. Like An Evil Burbeery Ad, Simon Said When She Was Done.

Jace Knew He Was Being Cruel, And He Barely Cared. Hurting People He Loved Was Almost As Good As Hurting Himself When He Was In This Kind Of Mood.