It Was Stupid To Hope, She Knew.

It Was Like A Dam Of Musical Critique Had Broken. Imasu Turned On Him With Eyes That Flashed Instead Of Shining. "it Is Worse Than You Can Possibly Imagine! When You Play, All Of My Mother's Flowers Lose The Will To Live And Expire On The Instant. The Quinoa Has No Flavour Now. The Llamas Are Migrating Because Of Your Music, And Llamas Are Not A Migratory Animal. The Children Now Believe There Is A Sickly Monster, Half Horse And Half Large Mournful Chicken, That Lives In Tha Lake And Calls Out To The World To Grant It The Sweet Release Of Death.

Jace Knew He Was Being Cruel, And He Barely Cared. Hurting People He Loved Was Almost As Good As Hurting Himself When He Was In This Kind Of Mood.

He's A Cousin Of Some Friends Of The Lightwoods Or Something. He's Nice. I Promise." "nice, Bah. He's Gorgeous." Magnus Gazed Dreamily In His Direction. "you Should Leave Him Here. I Could Hang Hats On Him And Things." "no. You Can't Have Him." "why Not? Do You Like Him?" Magnus's Eyes Gleamed. "he Seems To Like You. I Saw Him Going For Your Hand Out There Like A Squirrel Diving For A Peanut.

You’re Attacking That One Like A Wolverine.

I Should Have Warned Her About Your Habit Of Never Doing What You're Told." Jace Squinted At Her. "are Those Isabelle's Clothes? They Look Ridiculous On You." "i Could Point Out That You Burned My Clothes." -jace And Clary Pg. 63