To My Son, If You

Jace Whistled. "raphael Is Really Having An Exceptionally Bad Night." -jace, Pg.283-

He Took Something Out Of His Jacket And Handed It To Her. It Was A Long Thin Dagger In A Leather Sheath. The Hilt Of The Dagger Was Set With A Single Red Stone Carved In The Shape Of A Rose. She Shook Her Head. "i Wouldn't Even Know How To Use That--" He Pressed It Into Her Hand, Curling Her Fingers Around It. "you'd Learn." He Dropped His Voice. "it's In Your Blood." She Drew Her Hand Back Slowly. "all Right." "i Could Give You A Thigh Sheath To Put That In," Isabelle Offered. "i've Got Tons." "certainly Not," Said Simon.

I’m From New Jersey. I Was Born In Toxic Sludge.

I Don't Care," Clary Said. "he'd Do It For Me. Tell Me He Wouldn't. If I Were Missing-" "he'd Burn The Whole World Down Till He Could Dig You Out Of The Ashes. I Know," Alec Said.

I Can't Believe He Didn't Have The Dignity And Presence Of Mind Just To Get Drunk And Pass Out In Some Gutter," Said Jace. "i Must Say, I'm Disappointed In The Little Fellow.