What Are You?" "im A Shadowhunter.

You Don't Get It, Clary. You Don't Understand What It's Like To Live Always At War, To Grow Up With Battle And Sacrifice. I Guess It's Not Your Fault. It's Just How You Were Brought Up-

No Real Lady Would Let A Dress That Might Have Been Worn By A Stranger Touch Her Skin.

Please Tell Me You Did Not Bring Me Out Here So You Could Tell Me A Very Boring Story About Your Sister.

I Thought Perhaps That When You Told Me You Did Not Love Me That My Own Feelings Would Fall Away And Atrophy, But They Have Not. They Have Grown Every Day. I Love You Now More Desperately, This Moment, Than I Have Ever Loved You Before, And In An Hour I Will Love You More Than That

Hello, Uncle Brother Zachariah," James Said Without Opening His Eyes. "i Would Say That I'm Sorry To Bother You, But I'm Sure This Is The Most Excitement You've Had All Year. Not So Lively In The City Of Bones, Now Is It?" "james!" Will Snapped. "don't Talk To Jem Like That." "as If I Am Not Used To Badly Behaved Herondales, Brother Zachariah Said, In The Way Jem Had Always Tried To Make Peace Between Will And The World.