Achilles Was Murdered With A Poisoned Arrow,

I'm Here," She Said, Skidding To A Stop. "can We Go Now?" Sebastian Insisted On Helping Her On With The Coat. "i Don't Think Anyone's Ever Helped Me With My Coat Before," Clary Observed, Freeing The Hair That Had Gotten Trapped Under Her Collar. "well, Maybe Waiters. Were You Ever A Waiter?" "no, But I Was Brought Up By A Frenchwoman," Sebastian Reminded Her. "it Involves An Even More Rigorous Course Of Training.

A Mark That Spoke Of Loss Was Still A Mark, A Remembrance. You Could Not Lose Something You Never Had.

"jem?" He Said. "is It You, James?" "who Else?" Jem's Voice.

If You Run Into A Psychic Wall Face-first, Do You Wind Up With Psychic Bruises? -clary, Pg.239-

Anything?" She Laughed. "like What Kind Of Anything Did You Want?" "well, When I Was Five, I Wanted To Take A Bath In Spaghetti." -clary & Jace, Pg.310-