You’re In My Bones And

Mom. I Have Something To Tell You. I’m Undead. Now, I Know You May Have Some Preconceived Notions About The Undead. I Know You May Not Be Comfortable With The Idea Of Me Being Undead. But I’m Here To Tell You That Undead Are Just Like You And Me … Well, Okay. Possibly More Like Me Than You.

She Pulled Away. "that Doesn't Make Any Sense." "neither Does This," He Said, "but I Don't Care. I'm Sick Of Trying To Pretend I Can Live Without You. Don't You Understand That? Can't You See It's Killing Me?

This Is Bad," Said Jace. "you Said That Before." "it Seemed Worth Repeating.

You Look Lousy,"simon Said. Jace Blinked."seems An Odd Time To Start An Insult Contest,but If You Insist,i Could Probably Think Up Something Good

Simon: 'you Know Men. We Have Delicate Egos.' Clary: 'i Wouldn't Describe Jace's Ego As Delicate.' Simon: 'no, Jace's Is Sort Of The Antiaircraft Artillery Tank Of Male Egos.