We Are But Dust And Shadows.

Dear Alec And Magnus, This Is The First Postcard Of Five. Don't Freak Out Or Anything, But I Need You To Send Me $150,000 To Cover The Cost Of: 1) Two Diamanté Crowns 2) 20 Peacocks 3) 300 Chocolate Lollipops In The Shape Of Your Heads 4) My Dress 5) 500 Lbs Of Glitter 6) One White Horse (more To Come In Other Cards) -isabelle

Someday," Magnus Said, Looking At The Crumpled Royal Person At His Feet, "i Must Write My Memoirs.

Some Are Just Born Bad, And That's All There Is To It.

If You’re Being Punished,” Clary Said, “then So Am I. Because All Those Things You Felt, I Felt Them Too, But We Can’t—we Have To Stop Feeling This Way, Because It’s Our Only Chance.” Jace’s Hands Were Tight At His Sides. “our Only Chance For What?” “to Be Together At All. Because Otherwise We Can’t Ever Be Around Each Other, Not Even Just In The Same Room, And I Can’t Stand That. I’d Rather Have You In My Life Even As A Brother Than Not At All

Though You Did Eat All The Pizza." "i Only Had Five Slices," Simon Protested, Leaning His Chair Backward So It Balanced Precariously On Its Two Back Legs. "how Many Slices Did You Think Were In A Pizza, Dork?" Clary Wanted To Know. "less Than Five Slices Isn't A Meal. It's A Snack." Simon Looked Apprehensively At Luke. "does This Mean You're Going To Wolf Out And Eat Me?" "certainly Not." Luke Rose To Toss The Pizza Box Into The Trash. "you Would Be Stringy And Hard To Digest.