If There Was One Thing She Was

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.

On A Tuesday Night They Were Wed, And By Friday They Were Dead. And They Buried Them In The Churchyard Side By Side, Oh My Love, And They Buried Them In The Churchyard Side By Side." Breaking Away From Gideon With Some Reluctance, Sophie Rose To Her Feet And Dusted Off Her Dress. "please Forgive Me, My Dear Mr. Lightwood- I Mean Gideon- But I Must Go And Murder The Cook. I Shall Be Directly Back.

So I Lied To You Last Night. I Said I Just Wanted One Night With You. But I Want Every Night With You. And That's Why I Have To Slip Out Of Your Window Now, Like A Coward. Because If I Had To Tell You This Yo Your Face, I Couldn't Make Myself Go.

She Warned Me About Mr. Herondale, Though, Said He’d Likely Be Rude To Me, And Familiar. She Said I Could Be Rude Right Back, That Nobody Would Mind.” “someone Ought To Be Rude To Him. He’s Rude Enough To Everyone Else.

Sometimes Minor Characters Are Based On People I Know, On Friends Of Mine. But I'm Not Writing A Thinly Veiled Version Of My Own Life.