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Sometimes When You Cannot Decide What To Do, You Pretend To Be A Character In A Book, Because It Is Easier To Decide What They Would Do"-cassandra Clare

Smarmy Little Prig,” Will Snarled, Leaning Father Forward, As If He Longed To Reach Through The Magical Portal And Strangle Gabriel. “when I Get Him Alone…” “i Ought To Go In With Her Instead,” Gabriel Went On. “i Can Look Out For Her A Bit More. Instead Of Simply Looking Out For Myself.” “hanging’s Too Good For Him,” Agreed Jem, Who Looked As If He Were Trying Not To Laugh. “tessa Knows Will,” Protested Charlotte. “she Trusts Will.” “i Wouldn’t Go That Far,” Muttered Tessa.

Dead Bodies Didn't Resemble Unconscious Ones; It Was As If You Could Sense That Something Had Fled From Them, That Some Essential Spark Was Now Missing.

I Hate It When You Answer A Question With A Question." "no You Dont, You Think Its Charming.

Only Jace, Clary Thought, Could Look Cool In Pajama Bottoms And An Old T-shirt, But He Pulled It Off, Probably Through Sheer Force Of Will. -pg. 329-