Your Trusting Idiocy Knows No Bounds

Don't Sulk. For Someone With All The Grace And Coordination Of A Pregnant Wildebeest, You Did Great.

Marry Me," He Said. "marry Me, Tess. Marry Me And Be Tessa Herondale. Or Be Tessa Gray, Or Be Whatever You Wish To Call Yourself, But Marry Me And Stay With Me And Never Leave Me, For I Cannot Bear Another Day Of My Life To Go By That Does Not Have You In It.

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

She Shook Her Head. She Was So Pale Under The Diffuse Lamp-light That She Looked Almost Transparent, As If Simon Could Have Looked Right Through Her. The Way, He Supposed, He Always Had.

It's My Special Magical Power. I Can Read Your Mind When You're Thinking Dirty Thoughts." "so, Ninety-five Percent Of The Time." She Craned Her Head Back To Look Up At Him. "ninety-five Percent? What's The Other Five Percent?" "oh, You Know, The Usual--demons I Might Kill, Runes I Need To Learn, People Who've Annoyed Me Recently, People Who've Annoyed Me Not So Recently, Ducks." "ducks?