You Have A Dark Heart In You,

He’s Not Feeling Well,” Clary Said, Catching At Simon’s Wrist. “we’re Going.” “no,” Simon Said. “no, I — I Need To Talk To Him. To The Inquisitor." Robert Reached Into His Jacket And Drew Out A Crucifix. Clary Stared In Shock As He Held It Up Between Himself And Simon. “i Speak To The Night’s Children Council Representative, Or To The Head Of The New York Clan,” He Said. “not To Any Vampire Who Comes To Knock At My Door —“ Simon Reached Out And Plucked The Cross Out Of Robert’s Hand. “wrong Religion,” He Said.

I Would Think That Counted As Offering Resistance," Will Said. "eating One's Son-in-law, That Is. Though I Suppose Everyone Has Their Family Altercations.

She Had Never Thought About Her Name Much Before, But When He Said It, It Was As If She Were Hearing It For The First Time - The Hard T, The Caress Of The Double S, The Way It Seemed To End On A Breath.

"well, At Least You Know It Works This Time," She Said, Getting On Behind Him. "if We Crash Into The Parking Lot Of A Key Food, I'll Kill You, You Know That?" "don't Be Ridiculous," Said Jace. "there Are No Parking Lots On The Upper East Side. Why Drive When You Can Get Your Groceries Delivered?"

The Front Door Shut, Leaving Alec Sitting In The Half-lit Garden, Alone. He Closed His Eyes For A Moment, The Image Of A Face Hovering Behind His Lids. Not Jace's Face, For A Change. The Eyes Set In The Face Were Green, Slit-pupiled. Cat Eyes.