Everything That Happens To You Matters To

Humans Were So Stupid. They Had Something So Precious, And They Barely Safeguarded It At All. They Threw Away Their Lives For Money, For Packets Of Powder, For A Stranger's Charming Smile.

It Was Eric's Voice Not Simon's, On The Recorded Message. “ladies, Ladies ” He Said. Though It Was The Millionth Time She’d Heard The Recording, Clary Couldn't Help Rolling Her Eyes. “if You've Reached This Message That Means Our Boy Simon Is Out Partying. But Please Don’t Fight Among Yourselves. There’s Always Enough Simon To Go Around.” There Was A Muffled Yell, Some Laughter, And Then The Long Sound Of The Beep.

And I Think That You Do Not Understand That Sometimes The Only Choice Is Between Acceptance And Madness.

I Have Something For You," He Said. He Dug Into His Pocket And Brought Out Something, Which He Pressed Into Her Hand. It Was A Gray Stone, Slightly Uneven, Worn To Smoothness In Spots. "huh," Said Clary, Turning It Over In Her Fingers. "you Know, When Most Girls Say They Want A Big Rock, They Don't Mean, You Know, Literally A Big Rock.

I'm A Werewolf, Not A Golden Retriever.