You Know," Clary Said, "most Psychologists Agree

By The Time Alec Came Back Into The Training Room, Jace Was Lying On The Floor, Envisioning Lines Of Dancing Girls In An Effort To Ignore The Pain In His Wrists. It Wasn’t Working. ~pg. 317~

When The Fey Were Worried, It Was Time To Panic.

The [coat] Rack Above His Head Like A Javelin. On The Other Side Of The Door Was Jace. He Blinked. "is That A Coatrack?" Jordan Slammed The Coatrack Down On The Ground And Sighed. "if You'd Been A Vampire, This Would Have Been A Lot More Useful." "yes," Said Jace. "or, You Know, Just Someone With A Lot Of Coats.

Love Didn't Make You Weak, It Made You Stronger.

Alec Drew His Hand Back With A Low Whistle. "the Inquisitor Meant Business." "of Course She Did. I'm A Dangerous Criminal. Or Hadn't You Heard?" Jace Heard The Acid In His Own Tone, Saw Alec Flinch, And Was Meanly, Momentarily, Glad. "she Didn't Call You A Criminal, Exactly..." "no, I'm Just A Very Naughty Boy. I Do All Sorts Of Bad Things. I Kick Kittens. I Make Rude Gestures At Nun