You Can't Raise A Child To Believe

A Mark That Spoke Of Loss Was Still A Mark, A Remembrance. You Could Not Lose Something You Never Had.

That Was The Justice Of Heaven. I Trust That You Are Not Dismayed.

You Are The Lightwoods — You Are All That Is Left Of The Lightwoods.

Everything We Need To Know Is Locked Up In Your Head, Under Those Pretty Red Curls." Clary Reached Up To Touch Her Hair Protectively. "i Dont Think-" "so What Are You Going To Do?" Simon Asked Sharply. "cut Her Head Open To Get At It?

I Would Die For You. You Know That. I Would Die Without You. If It Were Not For You, I Would Be Dead A Hundred Times Over These Past Five Years.