There Is More To Life Than Surviving.

"i Forgot That's What Gets You All Hot And Bothered, Jace, Girls Killing Things." "i Like Anyone Killing Things, Especially Me." He Said With A Smile.

Tessa Exhaled. She Hadn't Realized That She Had Been Holding Her Breath Until That Moment. Will Must Have Heard Her, For He Raised His Head And His Gaze Met Hers Across The Clearing. Something In It Made Her Look Away. Agony Stripped So Raw Was Not Meant For Her Eyes.

She Turned Back To Jace. "do You Have To Be So-," She Began, But Stopped When She Saw His Face. It Looked Stripped Down, Oddly Vulnerable. "unpleasant?" He Finishes For Her. "only At Days When My Adoptive Mother Tosses Me Out Of The House With Instructions Never To Darken Her Door Again. Usually I'm Remarkably Good-natured. Try Me On Any Day That Doesn't End In Y.

I’m From New Jersey. I Was Born In Toxic Sludge.

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.