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I Could Give You A Thiught Sheath To Put That In,"isabelle Offered. "i Got Tons." "certainly Not," Said Simon. Clary Shot Him An Irritated Look. "thanks, But I'm Not Really A Thigh Sheath Kind Of Girl," -pg. 214

If You Don’t Go After Luke,” Clary Said, Enunciating Very Clearly, “i, Personally, Will Kill You.” For A Moment Jocelyn Looked Astonished. Then She Smiled. “well,” She Said, “if You Put It Like That.

You Might Want To Lie Down," Magnus Advised. "i Find That It Helps When The Crushing Sense Of Horrible Realization Sets In.

One Must Always Be Careful Of Books," Said Tessa, "and What Is Inside Them, For Words Have The Power To Change Us.

He Wants Her In His Bedroom. And Not In That Way — No Girl Has Ever Been In His Bedroom That Way. It Is His Private Space, His Sanctuary. But He Wants Clary There. He Wants Her To See Him, The Reality Of Him, Not The Image He Shows The World. He Wants To Lie Down On The Bed With Her And Have Her Curl Into Him. He Wants To Hold Her As She Breathes Softly Through The Night; To See Her As No One Else Sees Her: Vulnerable And Asleep. To See Her And To Be Seen.