What Are You?" "im A Shadowhunter.

You’re Seventeen,” Magnus Said. “you Can’t Have Wasted A Life You’ve Barely Lived.

People Aren't Born Good Or Bad. Maybe They're Born With Tendencies Either Way, But Its The Way You Live Your Life That Matters.

Demons Feed On Death And Pain Madness," Valentine Said. "when I Kill, It Is Because I Must. You Grew Up In A Falsely Beautiful Paradise Surrounded By Fragile Glass Walls, My Daughter. Your Mother Created The World She Wanted To Live In And She Brought You Up In It, But She Never Told You It Was An Illusion. And All The Time The Demons Waited With Their Weapons Of Blood And Terror To Smash The Glass And Pull You Free Of The Lie.

She Warned Me About Mr. Herondale, Though, Said He’d Likely Be Rude To Me, And Familiar. She Said I Could Be Rude Right Back, That Nobody Would Mind.” “someone Ought To Be Rude To Him. He’s Rude Enough To Everyone Else.

To Lose An Arm Or A Leg Would Be Painful, But To Lose The Central Truth Of Your Life Felt—fatal.