Mr. Rochester Never Courted Jane Eyre, Tessa

For Free Will Is What Makes Us Heaven's Creatures.

If I Held A Revolver To Your Head, James, And Pulled The Trigger, Would It Really Matter If I Did Not Know That There Were Not Bullets In The Chambers?

I Suspect He's Sweet On Sophie And Doesn't Like To See Her Work Too Hard.' Tessa Was Glad To Hear It. She'd Felt Awful About Her Reaction To Sophie's Scar, And The Thought That Sophie Had A Male Admirer - And A Handsome One Like That- Eased Her Conscience Slightly. 'perhaps He's In Love With Agatha', She Said. 'i Hope Not. I Intend To Marry Agatha Myself. She May Be A Thousand Years Old, But She Makes An Incomparable Jam Tart. Beauty Fades, But Cooking Is Eternal.

I Love Your Name. I Love The Sound Of It

You're A Disaster For Us, Clary! You're A Mundane, You'll Always Be One, You'll Never Be A Shadowhunter! You Don't Know How To Think Like We Do, Think About What's Best For Everyone-- All You Think About Is Yourself! But There's A War Now, Or There Will Be, And I Don't Have Time Or The Inclination To Follow Around After You, Trying To Make Sure You Don't Get Us Killed! Go Home, Clary. Go Home!