She Is Fine. She Hates Us Both

She Did Not Belong To Will-she Was Too Much Herself To Belong To Anyone, Even Jem-but She Belonged With Them, And Silently He Cursed The Consul For Not Seeing It.

Ladies' Hearts Are Like China On A Mantelpiece. There Are So Many Of Them, And It Is So Easy To Break Them Without Noticing.

He Had Electric Blue Hair That Had Stuck Around His Head Like Tendrils Of A Startled Octopus.

The Kitchen Was Just As Empty, Even The Refrigerator Gone, The Chairs, The Table--the Kitchen Cabinets Stood Open, Their Bare Shelves Reminder Her Of A Nursery Rhyme. She Cleared Her Throat. "what Would Demons," She Said, "want With Our Microwave?

I've Noticed The Fair Folk Often Say 'perhaps' When There Is A Truth They Want To Hide," Clary Said. "it Keeps You From Having To Give A Straight Answer." "perhaps So," Said The Queen With An Amused Smile. "'mayhap' Is A Good Word Too," Alec Suggested. "also 'perchance,'" Izzy Said. "i See Nothing Wrong With 'maybe'," Said Simon. "a Little Modern, But The Gist Of The Idea Comes Across.