We Are Not Our Parents,

I'm Memorable, It's True.

He Found Himself Wanting To Write Poetry About How Her Blue Eyes Were Like Starlight And Her Hair Like Night, Because "night" And "starlight" Rhymed, But He Had A Feeling The Poem Wouldn't Turn Out That Well.

Jace Slammed His Hand Down On The Stele. “clary-“ “she Said She Doesn’t Want It,” Said Simon. “ha-ha.” “ha-ha?” Jace Looked Incredulous. “that’s Your Comeback?

I Would Rather Insult You Than Lose You, He Said, And Before Any Of Them Could Make A Move To Stop Him, He Cast Both Items Into The Fire.

Oh God.” Said Magnus, “they’re Dead. They’re All Dead!