Unless There Was A Reason For Me

You're Not So Bad. You'll Get There. You Should Have Seen Alec Do Flips At First. I Think He Kicked Himself In The Head Once.

The Thing About The Mirror Is That No One Knows Where It Is. In Fact, No One Knows What It Is.” "it’s A Mirror,” Simon Said. “you Know – Reflective, Glass. I’m Just Assuming.

I'm Not Sure That's Such A Great Idea." Luke Said. "it's A Fabulous Idea." Jace Dropped The Paper Back Onto The Table, And Began To Slide Off His Jacket. "i've Got A Stele We Can Use. Who Wants To Do Me?" "a Regrettable Choice Of Words," Magnus Muttered.

For A Moment Clary Thought She Might Fall; She Felt As If Something Essential Had Been Torn Away From Her, An Arm Or A Leg, And She Stared At Jace In Blank Astonishment-- What Did He Feel, Did He Feel Nothing? She Didn't Think She Could Bear It If He Felt Nothing.

And Now I’m Looking At You,” He Said, “and You’re Asking Me If I Still Want You, As If I Could Stop Loving You. As If I Would Want To Give Up The Thing That Makes Me Stronger Than Anything Else Ever Has. I Never Dared Give Much Of Myself To Anyone Before – Bits Of Myself To The Lightwoods, To Isabelle And Alec, But It Took Years To Do It – But, Clary, Since The First Time I Saw You, I Have Belonged To You Completely. I Still Do. If You Want Me.