If Only Simon Were Here. He Could

Even In Half Demon Hunter Clothes, Clary Thought, He Looked Like The Kind Of Boy Who'd Come Over Your House To Pick You Up For A Date And Be Polite To Your Parents And Nice To Your Pets. Jace On The Other Hand, Looked Like The Kind Of Boy Who'd Come Over Your House And Burn It Down Just For Kicks.

Sophie Has A Gift," She Said. "she Has The Sight. She Can See What Others Do Not. In Her Old Life She Often Wondered If She Was Mad. Now She Knows That She Is Not Mad But Special. There, She Was Only A Parlor Maid, Who Would Likely Have Lost Her Position Once Her Looks Had Faded. Now She Is A Valued Member Of Our Household, A Gifted Girl With Much To Contribute.

Stop. I Don't Do You Favors, Alec. I Do Things For You Because - Well, Why Do You Think I Do Them?" Something Rose Up In Alec's Throat, Cutting Off His Response. It Was Always Like This When He Was With Magnus. It Was As If There Were A Bubble Of Pain Or Regret That Lived Inside His Heart, And When He Wanted To Say Something, Anything, That Seemed Meaningful Or True, It Rose Up And Choked Off His Words. "i Need To Get Back To The Ship," He Said, Finally.

The More Beautiful The Skin Is, The More Deadly It Is. That's What Will's Like. All That Pretty Face And Whatnot Just Hides How Twisted Up And Rotten He Is On The Inside.

I Wouldn't Call That An Instrument Of Music," Ragnor Observed Sourly. "an Instrument Of Torture, Perhaps.