Set Me As A Seal Upon Thine

One Of The Things He'd Always Loved About Clary Was How Easily Caught Up In Her Imagination She Was, How Easily She Could Wall Herself Away In Illusory Worlds Of Curses And Princes And Destiny And Magic.

All Lightwoods Look The Same To Me—

Say Something In Mandarin,” Said Tessa, With A Smile. Jem Said Something That Sounded Like A Lot Of Breathy Vowels And Consonants Run Together, His Voice Rising And Falling Melodically: “ni Hen Piao Liang.” “what Did You Say?” Tessa Was Curious. “i Said Your Hair Is Coming Undone — Here,” He Said, And Reached Out And Tucked An Escaping Curl Back Behind Her Ear. Tessa Felt The Blood Spill Hot Up Into Her Face, And Was Glad For The Dimness Of The Carriage. “you Have To Be Careful With It,” He Said, Taking His Hand Back, Slowly, His Fingers Lingering Against Her Cheek.

You Can Take Your Law," She Said In A Measured Tone, "and Shove It Right Up Your-

She'd Always Had Such Contempt For Mundanes, The Way All Shadowhunters Did--she'd Believed That They Were Soft, Stupid, Sheeplike In Their Complacency. Now She Wondered If All That Hatred Didn't Just Stem From The Fact That She Was Jealous. It Must Be Nice Not Worrying That Every Time One Of Your Family Members Walked Out The Door, They'd Never Come Back.