Samuel! Are You Alright?" A Vision Of

Of Course You Realize You're Leaving Me In The Position Of Being The One Tell Everyone - Your Mother, Luke, Alec, Izzy, Magnus..." "i Guess I Shouldn't Have Said There Wouldn't Be No Risk To You," Clary Said Meekly. "that's Right," Said Simon. "just Remember, When Your Mothers's Gnawing My Ankle Like A Furious Mama Bear Separated From Her Cub, I Did It For You.

Oooh, That Was Fun." "that Does It," Said Jace. "i'm Going To Get You A Dictionary For Christmas This Year." "why?" Isabelle Said. "so You Can Look Up 'fun.' I'm Not Sure You Know What It Means." Isabelle Pulled The Long Heavy Mass Of Her Wet Hair Forward And Wrung It Out As If It Were Wet Washing. "you're Raining On My Parade." "it's A Pretty Wet Parade Already, If You Hadn't Noticed." Jace Glanced Around.

What's Wrong, Little Sis? You Look Upset." She Could Barely Catch Her Breath. "cracked...my...nail Polish Slapping Your... Worthless Face. See?" She Showed Him Her Finger - Just One Of Them. "cute" He Snorted.

Clary, You're An Artist, Like Your Mother. That Means You See The World In Ways That Other People Don't. It's Your Gift, To See The Beauty And The Horror In Ordinary Things. It Doesn't Make You Crazy — Just Different. There's Nothing Wrong With Being Different.

You're Just Worried They'll Hire A Male Instructor And He'll Be Hotter Than You." Jace's Eyebrows Went Up. "hotter Than Me?" "it Could Happen," Clary Said, "you Know, Theoretically." "theoretically The Planet Could Suddenly Crack In Half, Leaving Me On One Side And You On The Other, Forever And Tragically Parted, But I'm Not Worried About That Either. Some Things," Jace Said, With His Customary Crooked Smile, "are Just Too Unlikely To Dwell Upon.