I Can See Why You

Don't Bother Her, Don't Try To Talk To Her, Don't Even Look At Her, Or I'll Fold You In Half So Many Times You'll Look Like A Tiny Little Origami Werewolf.

Where Did You Get That?" Jace Looked Down And Saw That The Spider Demon's Poison Had Eaten A Hole In His Shirt, Leaving A Good Deal Of His Left Shoulder Bare. "the Shirt? At Macy's Winter Sale.

She Saw Valentine's Eyes As The Sword Hurtled Toward Her; It Seemed Like Eons, Though It Could Only Have Been A Split Second. She Saw That He Could Stop The Blow If He Wanted. Saw That He Knew It Might Well Strike Her If He Didn't. Saw That He Was Going To Do It Anyway.

You're Sitting On My Bed," He Said. "did Yo Think I Was Under It?

Catching Sight Of Himself In The Long Mirrors That Ran Along The Walls, He Stiffened In Shock...his Eyes Were Surrounded By Black Shadows, His Shirt Smeared With Dried Blood And Filthy Mud... "admiring Yourself?" The Inquisitor's Voice Cut Through His Reverie. "you Won't Look So Pretty When The Clave Gets Through With You." "you Do Seem Obsessed With My Look...could It Be That You're Attracted To Me?" "don't Be Revolting...you Could Be My Son.