Endless Hope, Endless Disappointment.

And Indeed It Was, The Arrow Still Protruding From Its Wet, Grayish Skin, Humping Its Body Along With Incredible Speed. A Flick Of Its Tail Caught The Edge Of A Statue, Sending It Flying Into The Dry Ornamental Pool, Where It Shattered Into Dust. “by The Angel, It Just Crushed Sophocles,” Noted Will. “has No One Respect For The Classics These Days?

She Warned Me About Mr. Herondale, Though, Said He’d Likely Be Rude To Me, And Familiar. She Said I Could Be Rude Right Back, That Nobody Would Mind.” “someone Ought To Be Rude To Him. He’s Rude Enough To Everyone Else.

Enormous? Did You Just Call Me Fat? I Am Not Fat. - Jace

She Had Never Imagined She Had The Power To Make Someone Else So Happy. And Not A Magical Power, Either--a Purely Human One.

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.