How Are You Feeling?" "like

It's My Motto," Said Isabelle, With A Sultry Smile. 'nothing Less Than Seven Inches.' Meliorn Gazed At Her Stonily. 'i'm Talking About My Heels,' She Said. " It's A Pun. You Know? A Play On-" "come," The Faerie Knight Said. "the Queen Will Be Growing Impatient." He Headed Down The Corridor Without Giving Isabelle A Second Glance. "i Forgot," Isabelle Muttered As The Rest Of Them Caught Up To Her. " Faeries Have No Sense Of Humor." "oh, I Wouldn't Say That," Said Jace. "there's A Pixie Night Club Called Hot Wings. Not," He Added," That I Have Ever Been There.

There's No Need To Clarify My Finger Snap," Said Magnus. "the Implication Was Clear In The Snap Itself.

There Is No Cure For Fictional Character Love, But The Plus Side Is That It Is An Entirely Benign Disease With No Bad Side Effects.

[...] He Tasted Like Snowflakes And Wine, Like Winter And Will And London.

To Love Is To Destroy, To Destroy Is To Love. -jace Herondale