You Can’t Just Keep Grabbing At Me

She Looked Up At Him With A Smile. The Smile Broke What Was Left Of His Resistance--shattered It. He Had Let The Walls Down When He'd Thought She Was Gone, And There Was No Time To Build Them Back Up.

You Stole A Boat,” She Snapped. “what Am I Doing With You, You Boat-stealing Lunatic?

He Didn't Know What Books Meant To Her, That Books Were Symbols Of Truth And Meaning.

I Wish I Could Hate You," He Said. His Voice Was Light, His Mouth Curved In An Unconcerned Half Smile, His Eyes Sick With Misery. "i Want To Hate You. I Try To Hate You. It Would Be So Much Easier If I Did Hate You. Sometimes I Do Hate You And Then I See You And I.

Why Can't I Go To Idris With You, Then? Because It's Not Safe For You There O And It's Safe For Me Here? I've Been Nearly Killed Almost A Dozen Times In The Past Month. That's Because Valentine Has Been Concentrating On The Two Mortal Instruments That Were Here. He's Going To Shift His Focus To Idris Now. We All Know It-- We're Hardly As Certain Of Anything As All That. And The Clave Wants To Meet Clarissa. You Know That, Jace. The Clave Can Screw Itself.