I'm A Werewolf, Not A Golden Retriever.

It Was Will Who Broke The Silence. "very Well. You Have Me Alone In The Corrider-" "yes, Yes," Said Tessa Impatiently,"and Thousands Of Women All Over England Would Pay Handsomely For The Privilege Of Such An Opportunity. Can We Put Aside The Display Of Your Wit For A Moment? This Is Important.

Have You Tried Talking To Her?" "no. We've Been Punching Her In The Face Repeatedly. What? You Don't Think That Will Work?

To Be Friends Is A Beautiful Thing, Tessa, And I Do Not Scorn It, But I Have Hoped For A Long Time Now That We Might Be More Than Friends.

There Is A Fine Line Between Sarcasm And Hostility, You Seemed To Have Crossed It. What's Up?

And When I Saw Him[my Father] Lying Dead In A Pool Of His Own Blood, I Knew Then That I Hadn't Stopped Believing In God. I'd Just Stopped Believing God Cared. There Might Be A God, Clary, And There Might Be Not. Either Way, We're On Our Own.