If You Wanted To Rip My Clothes

How They Loved Each Other, These Three, How They Had Suffered For Each Another, And Yet How Much Joy They Clearly Took From Simply Being In The Same Room.

You Don't Get It, Clary. You Don't Understand What It's Like To Live Always At War, To Grow Up With Battle And Sacrifice. I Guess It's Not Your Fault. It's Just How You Were Brought Up-

"simon,” Said A Voice At His Shoulder, And He Turned To See Izzy, Her Face A Pale Smudge Between Dark Hair And Dark Cloak, Looking At Him, Her Expression Half-angry, Half-sad. “i Guess This Is The Part Where We Say Good-bye?

You Snuck Up On Me,” She Said. “i Guess I’m Not Much Of A Shadowhunter, Huh?” Simon Shrugged. “well, In Your Defense, I Do Move With A Silent, Pantherlike Grace.

Do You Even Really Know How Vampires Are Made?' 'well, When A Mommy Vampire And A Daddy Vampire Love Each Other Very Much.