If You Don't Give Readers What They

Whatever The Clave Was Discussing, The Council Meeting Was Dragging On Brutally Late. “but He Knows New York. He Doesn’t Know Alicante—

Choosing Love Or War: Both Are Brave Choices, In Their Own Ways.

Why Mundanes Always Insist On Taking Responsibility For Things That Aren't Their Fault Is A Mystery To Me. You Didn't Force That Cocktail Down His Idiotic Throat." -jace, Pg.241-

Dear Isabelle, Alec Is About To Have A Nervous Breakdown. If You Do Not Immediately Desist Planing My Wedding To Your Brother, I Will Come Back To Manhattan And Blow Up The Institute. I Will Turn Church Into A Man-eating Beast Who Will Rampage Through The Streets Of Manhattan, Stepping On Mundanes. And I Will Make You Fat. Love, Magnus

Clary Didn't Ask What That Was. She Was Busy Trying Not To Fall Over. The Ground Was Heaving Up And Down Under Her Feet. "jace," She Said, And Crumpled Into Him. He Caught Her As If He Were Used To Catching Fainting Girls, As If He Did It Every Day. Maybe He Did.