My Will And My Desire Were Turned

It's Not Gray," Clary Felt Compelled To Point Out. "it's Green." "if There Was Such A Thing As Terminal Literalism, You'd Have Died In Childhood," Said Jace.

And When Jace Was Ten Years Old, Valentine Killed Him. Michael, I Mean." "that Sounds Like Something He Would Do," Said Luke. His Tone Was Neutral, But There Was Something In His Voice That Made Clary Look At Him Sideways. Did He Not Believe Her? "jace Saw Him Die, " She Added, As If To Bolster Her Claim. "that's Awful," Said Luke. "poor Messed-up Kid.

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-

I Get A Lot Of Inspiration From Research In Mythology And Folklore, I Find That Stories People Told Each Other Thousands Of Years Ago Are Still Relevant Now.

Tessa, Surprising Herself, Let Out A Gasp Of Laughter. Will Looked At Her, His Mouth Just Beginning To Quirk Up In A Grin. "i Must Be More Amusing Than I Thought. Which Would Make Me Very Amusing Indeed.