Your Plans Are Suicidal. At Best.

And In Some Way, Clary Thought, He Meant It, Meant His Gratitude. He Had Long Ago Lost The Ability To Distinguish Between Force And Cooperation, Between Fear And Willingness, Between Love And Torture. And With That Realization Came A Rush Of Numbness—what Was The Point Of Hating Valentine For Being A Monster When He Didn’t Even Know He Was One?

No' Is A Magical Word," He Told Her. "here's How It Goes. You Say, 'simon, I Have An Insane, Suicidal Plan. Would You Like To Help Me Carry It Out?' And I Say, "why, No.

Clary Smiled At Him With A Warmth She Didn’t Feel. “sebastian Says I Can Come With You.” Jace Raised His Eyebrows. “matching Haircuts For Everyone?” “i Hope Not,” Said Sebastian. “i Look Terrible With Curls.

Well, Then, Since You Say There Will Be Another Life For Me, Let Us Both Pray I Do Not Make As Colossal A Mess Of It As I Have This One.

There Is No God, Not A God Who Would Create The Things I Saw