Do Not Make The Mistake Of Believing

Goodness, Real Goodness, Has It's Own Sort Of Cruelty To It.

By The Angel," Jace Said, Looking The Demon Up And Down. "i Knew Greater Demons Were Meant To Be Ugly, But No One Ever Warned Me About The Smell." Abbadon Opened Its Mouth And Hissed. Inside Its Mouth Were Two Rows Of Jagged Glass-sharp Teeth. "i'm Not Sure About This Wind And Howling Darkness Business," Jace Went On, "smells More Like Landfill To Me. You Sure You're Not From Staten Island?

Everything That Happens To You Matters To Me.

Vampires, Fey Folk, Werewolves, Shadowhunters, And Demons - These Things Made Sense To Magnus. But The Mundane World - It Seemed To Have No Pattern, No Form. Their Quicksilver Politics. Their Short Lives.

Half Of Your Attention Is Better Than All Of Anyone Else's.