With God On Your Side, What Does

Yes," Said Will, "you Two Don't Seem To Have Much In Common, Save For A Penchant For Demon Women And Evil.

I Like In Books When We Start The Book And You Really Don't Know How It's Going To Turn Out.

You're A Disaster For Us, Clary! You're A Mundane, You'll Always Be One, You'll Never Be A Shadowhunter! You Don't Know How To Think Like We Do, Think About What's Best For Everyone-- All You Think About Is Yourself! But There's A War Now, Or There Will Be, And I Don't Have Time Or The Inclination To Follow Around After You, Trying To Make Sure You Don't Get Us Killed! Go Home, Clary. Go Home!

Wear That Scarf," He Said, Pointing To A Blue Cashmere Scarf Hanging On A Peg. "it Matches Your Eyes." Alec Looked At It. Suddenly He Was Filled With Hate - For The Scarf, For Magnus, And Most Of All For Himself. "don't Tell Me," He Said. "the Scarf's A Hundred Years Old, And It Was Given To You By Queen Victoria Right Before She Died, For Special Services To The Crown Or Something." Magnus Sat Up. "what's Gotten Into You?" Alec Stared At Him. "am I The Newest Thing In This Apartment?" "i Think That Honor Goes To Chairman Meow. He's Only Two." "i Said Newest, Not Youngest," Alec Snapped.

I Would Rather Insult You Than Lose You, He Said, And Before Any Of Them Could Make A Move To Stop Him, He Cast Both Items Into The Fire.