I Love You, Clary Wanted

Whither Thou Goest, I Will Go; Where Thou Diest, Will I Die And There Will I Be Buried: The Angel Do So To Me, And More Also, If Aught But Death Part Thee And Me.

If You Don't Give Readers What They Want, They'll Be Mad At You. If You Give Them What They Do Want, They'll Be Even More Mad At You.

It Had Been A Whim, And There Was Nothing Magnus Attached More Importance To Than A Whim.

Tess?” A Soft Voice At The Door; She Looked Up And Saw Will There, Silhouetted In The Light From The Corridor.

Jace, On The Other Hand, Looked Like The Sort Of Boy Who'd Come Over To Your House And Burn It Down For Kicks.