Maybe You Just Never Knew What It

Part Of Clary Wanted To Lean Sideways And Put Her Head On Her Mother’s Shoulder. She Could Even Close Her Eyes, Pretend Everything Was All Right. The Other Part Of Her Knew That It Wouldn’t Make A Difference; She Couldn’t Keep Her Eyes Closed Forever.

To Lose An Arm Or A Leg Would Be Painful, But To Lose The Central Truth Of Your Life Felt—fatal.

Faeries Are Fallen Angels," Said Dorothea, "cast Down Out Of Heaven For Their Pride." "that's The Legend," Jace Said. "it's Also Said That They're The Offspring Of Demons And Angels, Which Always Seemed More Likely To Me. Good And Evil, Mixing Together. Faeries Are As Beautiful As Angels Are Supposed To Be, But They Have A Lot Of Mischief And Cruelty In Them. And You'll Notice Most Of Them Avoid Midday Sunlight—" "for The Devil Has No Power," Said Dorothea Softly, As If She Were Reciting An Old Rhyme, "except In The Dark.

I Do Not Mean To Seem Indelicate Or Ungrateful," Said Linette Owens, "but Are You A Dangerous Lunatic?

There Are Some People—people The Universe Seems To Have Singled Out For Special Destinies. Special Favors And Special Torments. God Knows We're All Drawn Toward What's Beautiful And Broken; I Have Been, But Some People Cannot Be Fixed. Or If They Can Be; Its Only By Love And Sacrifice So Great That It Destroys The Giver.