Whoever Loves You Now—and You Must Also

Never Trust A Duck" - Will Herondale "we Are Bound, You And I, Over The Divide Of Death, Down Through Whatever Generations May Come. Forever." - Will Herondale

As Dull As Nate Gray Is," Will Said, "his Head Is Not Actually Filled With Gears, Henry. He's A Human.

Catching Sight Of Himself In The Long Mirrors That Ran Along The Walls, He Stiffened In Shock...his Eyes Were Surrounded By Black Shadows, His Shirt Smeared With Dried Blood And Filthy Mud... "admiring Yourself?" The Inquisitor's Voice Cut Through His Reverie. "you Won't Look So Pretty When The Clave Gets Through With You." "you Do Seem Obsessed With My Look...could It Be That You're Attracted To Me?" "don't Be Revolting...you Could Be My Son.

Oh, I'll Trust You," The Boy Told Him Carelessly. "it Hardly Matters. We Are All Betrayed Sooner Or Later—all Betrayed, Or Traitors." "i See That A Flair For The Dramatic Runs In The Blood," Magnus Said Under His Breath.

I Don't Care What You Think. You're Not My Brother," Clary Said. "you're A Murderer." "i Really Don't See How Those Things Cancel Each Other Out," Said Sebastian.