My Rapier Wit Hides My Inner Pain.

Now This Is Really Going To Impress Valentine." "i Don't Know," Clary Said. "other Crack Teams Get Bat Boomerangs And Wall-crawling Powers; We Get The Aquatruck." "if You Don't Like It, Nephilim," Came Magnus's Voice, Faintly, From The Truck Cab, "you're Welcome To See If You Can Walk On The Water.

I Promise To Charm The Dickens Out Of Him,' Said Will, Sitting Up And Readjusting His Crushed Hat. 'i Shall Charm Him With Such Force That When I Am Done, He Will Be Left Lying Limply On The Ground, Trying To Remember His Own Name.' 'the Man's Eighty-nine', Muttered Jem. 'he May Well Have The Problem Anyway.

...we Die, We Turn, We Are Reborn As We Deserve To Be Reborn, Based On Our Doings In This World." Will Looked Down At His Bitten Nails. "i Will Probably Be Reborn As A Slug That Someone Salts.

If You Love Someone, You're Not Supposed To Want Them To Come Back. Better A Peaceful Sleep In The Earth Than The Life Of A Zombie--not Really Dead But Not Really Alive, Either.

He Was Will, In All His Perfect Imperfection; Will, Whose Heart Was As Easy To Break As It Was Carefully Guarded; Will, Who Loved Not Wisely But Entirely And With Everything He Had.