If You Wanted To Rip My Clothes

Come With Me." "come With You? To Pandemonium? To The Void? And Here I Thought That My Invitation To Summer In New Jersey Was The Worst I Had Ever Received.

Still I Pictured Having You For Fifty, Sixty More Years. I Thought I Might Be Ready Then To Let You Go. But It's You, And I Realize Now That I Won't Be Anymore Ready To Lose You Then Than I Am Right Now. Which Is Not At All.

You're A Disaster For Us, Clary! You're A Mundane, You'll Always Be One, You'll Never Be A Shadowhunter! You Don't Know How To Think Like We Do, Think About What's Best For Everyone-- All You Think About Is Yourself! But There's A War Now, Or There Will Be, And I Don't Have Time Or The Inclination To Follow Around After You, Trying To Make Sure You Don't Get Us Killed! Go Home, Clary. Go Home!

Gracious," Said Cecily. "you Must Be Mr. Sallows." "nephilim," Observed The Shop Owner Gloomily. "i Detest Nephilim." "hmph," Said Cecily. "charmed, I'm Sure.

He Made A Sound Of Frustation, Caught At Her Hand, Brought It To His Chest, And Pressed It Flat Over His Heart. The Steady Beat Hammered Against Her Palm. "every Heart Has Its Own Melody," He Said. "you Know Mine.