Not All That Is Mortal Is Useless.

And Now, I’m Going To Sleep. I’ll See You In The Morning, He Said To Simon. “you,” He Said To Jace, “well, I Guess I’ll See You Around. You’re The First Shadowhunter I’ve Ever Met.” “that’s Too Bad,” Said Jace, “since All The Ones You Meet From Now On Will Be A Terrible Letdown.” Kyle Rolled His Eyes And Left, Banging His Bedroom Door Shut Behind Him.

Oh, Its Big Enough,” He Said Patronizingly, “but Somehow I Was Expecting…you Know.” He Gestured With His Hands, Indicating Something Roughly The Size Of A House Cat. “it’s The Mortal Cup, Jace, Not The Mortal Toilet Bowl,” Said Isabelle. -jace & Isabelle, Pg.349-

Demons Feed On Death And Pain Madness," Valentine Said. "when I Kill, It Is Because I Must. You Grew Up In A Falsely Beautiful Paradise Surrounded By Fragile Glass Walls, My Daughter. Your Mother Created The World She Wanted To Live In And She Brought You Up In It, But She Never Told You It Was An Illusion. And All The Time The Demons Waited With Their Weapons Of Blood And Terror To Smash The Glass And Pull You Free Of The Lie.

He Had Lost Will Herondale. And He Did Not Know If He Could Ever Get Him Back.

Clary Found Herself Wondering If The Forsaken Were Edible.