I Love Your Name. I Love The

Whatever You Are Physically,' He Said, 'male Or Female, Strong Or Weak, Ill Or Healthy -- All Those Things Matter Less Than What Your Heart Contains. If You Have The Soul Of A Warrior, You Are A Warrior. Whatever The Color, The Shape, The Design Of The Shade That Conceals It, The Flame Inside The Lamp Remains The Same. You Are The Flame.

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

Clary's Mother Apparently Reguarded Him As About As Sexually Threatening As A Goldfish.

Hurry Up, Mundie Boy, We've Got Work To Do.

As Metal Rang On Metal, Some Inner Part Of Jem, Some Part That Had Been Lost Without His Even Knowing It Was Lost, Felt The Pleasure Of Fighting Together With Will One Last Time.