And I Remind You Of Your Mother

No Matter What The Price Offered, No Downworlder Would Fail To Listen To A Warning Against One Of The Nephilim.

You Know What I Am." The Words Breathed Out In An Auguished Whisper. "i'm Part Demon, Clary. Part Demon. You Understood That Much, Didn't You?" His Eyes Bored Into Her Like Drills. "you Saw What Valentine Was Trying To Do. He Used Demon Blood-used It On Me Before I Was Even Born. I'm Part Monster. Part Everthing I've Tried So Hard To Burn Out, To Destroy.

You Love Each Other – Anyone Can See That, Looking At You – That Kind Of Love That Can Burn Down The World Or Raise It Up In Glory.

She Made A Snorting Noise, Astonishingly Human For A Ghost. " I'ardly Like To Tell You This, Nephilim, But If You Want A Girl To 'ate You, There's Easy Enough Ways Of Making It 'appen. You Don't Need My Help With The Poor Thing." And With That, She Vanished, Spinning Away Into The Mists Among The Graves. Will, Looking After Her, Sighed. "not For Her," He Said, Under His Breath, Though There Was No One To Hear Him, "for Me..." And He Leaned His Head Against The Cold Iron Gate.

No' Is A Magical Word," He Told Her. "here's How It Goes. You Say, 'simon, I Have An Insane, Suicidal Plan. Would You Like To Help Me Carry It Out?' And I Say, "why, No.