I May Be A Killer," Jace Said,

Isabelle Looked At Him Thoughtfully. "did You Seriously Jump Thirty Feet Out Of A Malachi Configuration? Did He, Alec?" "he Did," Alec Confirmed. "i've Never Seen Anything Like It." "i've Never Seen Anything Like This." Jace Lifted A Ten-inch Dagger From The Floor. One Of Isabelle's Pink Brassiers Was Spread On The Wickedly Sharp Tip. Isabelle Snached It Off, Scowling.

Life Is A Book, And There Are A Thousand Pages I Have Not Read. I Would Read Them Together With You, As Many As I Can, Before I Die -" She Put Her Hand Against His Chest, Just Over His Heart, And Felt Its Beat Against Her Palm, A Unique Time Signature That Was All Its Own. "i Only Wish You Would Not Speak Of Dying," She Said. "but Even For That, Yes, I Know How You Are With Your Words, And, Will- I Love All Of Them. Every Word You Say. The Silly Ones, The Mad Ones, The Beautiful Ones, And The Ones That Are Only For Me. I Love Them, And I Love You.

The Meek May Inherit The Earth, But At The Moment It Belongs To The Conceited. Like Me.

I Forgot," Isabelle Muttered As The Rest Of Them Caught Up To Her. "faeries Have No Sense Of Humor." "oh, I Wouldn't Say That," Said Jace. "there's A Pixie Nightclub Downtown Called Hot Wings. Not," He Added, "that I Have Ever Been There.

Church Was Doing What He Often Did When Dropped - Lying On His Back With All Four Legs In The Air, Pretending To Be Dead In Order To Induce Guilt In His Owners.