I'm A Werewolf, Not A

Somebody's Girlfriend," She Said. "somebody's Sister, Somebody's Daughter. All These Things I Never Knew I Was Before, And I Still Don't Really Know What I Am.

How Strange To Have The Power To Literally Transform Yourself Into Other People, And Yet Be So Unable To Put Yourself In Their Place.

Luke Moved As Silently As Fog, While Maryse's Heels Sounded Like Gunshots On The Marble Floor. Clary Wondered If Isabelle's Propensity For Unsuitable Footwear Was Genetic.

You Can Keep It A Secret.... But Secrets Have Their Own Weight, And It Can Be A Very Heavy One.

It Was Truly Amazing, Clary Thought, How Much Teenage Boys Were Able To Eat Without Ever Gaining Weight Or Making Themselves Sick. -pg.68-