You Would Make A Very Ugly Woman"

Knowing Is Better Than Not Knowing. Every Time.

Somehow He Managed To Look Cool Despite The Heat. It Made Clary Want To Smack Him.

She'd Rather Hoped For Something Simple, Like A Lined Piece Of Notebook Paper With My Evil Plan Written Across The Top, But No Luck.

Will: 'singing The Praises Of Our Fair City? We Treat You Well Here, Don't We, James? I Doubt I'd Have That Kind Of Luck In Shanghai. What Do You Call Us There Again?' Jem: 'yang Guizi ... Foreign Devils.

The Most Remarkable Thing About Him Were His Eyes. They Were Laughing Eyes, At Once Both Joyous And Tender: They Were The Radiant Pale Blue Of A Sky Slipping Toward Evening In Heaven, When Angels Who Had Been Sweet All Day Found Themselves Tempted To Sin.