Change Is No Loss, Will. Not Always.

What's This?" "that's A Mango." Simon Stared At Jace. Sometimes It Really Is Like Shadowhunters Were From An Alien Planet. "i Don't Think I've Seen One Of Those That Wasn't Already Cut Up," Jace Mused. "i Like Mangoes." Simon Grabbed The Mango And Tossed It Into The Cart. "great. What Else Do You Like?" Jace Pondered For A Moment. "tomato Soup," He Said Finally. "tomato Soup? You Want Tomato Soup And A Mango For Dinner?" Jace Shrugged. "i Don't Really Care About Food.

It's Love, Not The Battle Of Thermopylae. You Don't Have To Treat Everything Like It's A Last Stand.

I Don't Care What You Think. You're Not My Brother," Clary Said. "you're A Murderer." "i Really Don't See How Those Things Cancel Each Other Out," Said Sebastian.

Please Tell Me You Did Not Bring Me Out Here So You Could Tell Me A Very Boring Story About Your Sister.

The Young Man Who Appeared At The Mouth Of The Alley Was Pale In The Lamplight—paler Even Than He Usually Was, Which Was Quite Pale Indeed.