Patriotic?” Will Looked Smug. “i’ll Tell You

Her Name Rang In Will's Mind Like The Chime Of A Bell; He Wondered If Any Other Name On Earth Had Such An Inescapable Resonance To It. She Couldn't Have Been Named Something Awful, Could She, Like Mildred. He Couldn't Imagine Lying Awake At Night, Staring Up At The Ceiling While Invisible Voices Whispered 'mildred' In His Ears. But Tessa--

There's Nothing You Could Have Done That Would Cause Me To Cease Loving Either Of You. Will Is Myself, My Own Soul, And If I Am Not To Have The Keeping Of Your Heart, Then There Is Not Other I Would Rather Have That Honor.

The Blood Of Heaven Binds You," Said The Queen. "blood Calls To Blood, Under The Skin. But Love And Blood Are Not The Same." "riddles," Clary Said Angrily. "do You Even Mean Anything When You Talk Like That?" "he Is Bound To You," Said The Queen. "but Does He Love You?

By The Angel, It Just Crushed Sophocles," Noted Will. "has No One Respect For The Classics These Days?

I Am Not A Certified Idiot—" "lack Of Certification Hardly Proves Intelligence," Will Muttered.