The Truth Is That I

Look, It's Easy To Outsmart A Werewolf Or A Vampire," Jace Said. "they're No Smarter Than Anyone Else. But Faeries Live For Hundreds Of Years And They're As Cunning As Snakes. They Can't Lie, But They Love To Engage In Creative Truth-telling. They'll Find Out Whatever It Is You Want Most In The World And Give It To You—with A Sting In The Tail Of The Gift That Will Make You Regret You Ever Wanted It In The First Place." He Sighed. "they're Not Really About Helping People. More About Harm Disguised As Help.

I Was Just Wondering If You Were Armed. You Want Anything? Dagger, Maybe?" He Opened His Own Suit Jacket Just A Bit, And Simon Saw Something Long An Metallic Glinting Against The Inside Lining. "no Wonder You And Jace Like Each Other So Much. You're Both Crazy Walking Arsenals.

Who Do We Belong With But Each Other?

I Learned To Share Work With People Even When It Was In Its Rough Stages Without Worrying That They'd Be Filled With Scorn And Hatred. After All, I Can Read Their Rough Work Without Turning On Them Like A Wildebeest.

James Had Given His Heart To This Girl, Magnus Thought, And Magnus Knew Well Enough From Edmund And Will What It Meant When A Herondale Gave His Heart Away. It Was Not A Gift That Could Be Returned.