You Know Men. We Have Delicate Egos.

House Rules [at The Praetor Lupus Headquarters] No Shape-shifting In The Hallways. No Howling. No Silver. Clothing Must Be Worn At All Times. All Times. No Fighting. No Biting. Mark All Your Food Before You Put It In The Communal Refrigerator.

The Way He Looked At You. I Got It Then. He Loved You, And It Was Killing Him. He Won't Get Over You, Clary, He Can't.

I Must Say, I Rather Like The Way You Manage Will.

Achilles Was Murdered With A Poisoned Arrow, And Jason Died Alone, Killed By His Own Rotting Ship. Such Is The Fate Of Heroes.

I Like That Stick Of Yours," He Said. "it's A Staff." Jem Swung Out To Knock Another Automaton Sideways. "made By The Iron Sisters, Only For Silent Brothers." [...] "anyone Can Sharpen A Stick." "it's A Staff," Jem Repeated, And Saw Will's Quicksilver Smile Out Of The Corner Of His Eye.