Not All That Is Mortal Is Useless.

The Dark Prince Sat Astride His Black Steed, His Sable Cape Flowing Behind Him. A Golden Circlet Bound His Blond Locks, His Handsome Face Was Cold With The Rage Of Battle, And... "and His Arm Looked Like An Eggplant," Clary Muttered To Herself In Exasperation.

Time Was Like The Rain, Glittering As It Fell, Changing The World, But Something That Could Also Be Taken For Granted. Until You Love A Mortal. Then Time Became Gold In A Miser's Hands, Every Bright Year Counted Out Carefully, Infinitely Precious, And Each One Slipping Through You Fingers. Cassandra Clare: What Really Happened In Peru

Their Grandchildren Had Reminded Will Of The Song About Demon Pox He Had Taught Them- When They Were Much Too Young, Tessa Had Always Thought- And That They Had All Memorized. They Sang It All Together And Out Of Tune, Scandalizing Sophie.

Astriola. That Is Demon Pox. You Had Evidence That Demon Pox Existed And You Didnt Mention It To Me! Et Tu, Brute!' He Rolled Up The Paper And Hit Jem Over The Head With It.

It's Like Banging My Head Against The Wall, Except If I Were Actually Banging My Head On A Wall, I'd Be Able To Make Myself Stop.