Theres No Such Thing As Vampire Mojo,"said

Say Something In Mandarin,” Said Tessa, With A Smile. Jem Said Something That Sounded Like A Lot Of Breathy Vowels And Consonants Run Together, His Voice Rising And Falling Melodically: “ni Hen Piao Liang.” “what Did You Say?” Tessa Was Curious. “i Said Your Hair Is Coming Undone — Here,” He Said, And Reached Out And Tucked An Escaping Curl Back Behind Her Ear. Tessa Felt The Blood Spill Hot Up Into Her Face, And Was Glad For The Dimness Of The Carriage. “you Have To Be Careful With It,” He Said, Taking His Hand Back, Slowly, His Fingers Lingering Against Her Cheek.

What About Isabelle?" Simon Asked. "where Is She?" The Humor, Such As It Was, Left Jace's Expression. "she Won't Come Out Of Her Room," He Said. "she Thinks That What Happened To Max Was Her Fault. She Won't Even Come To The Funeral." "have You Tried Talking To Her?" "no," Jace Said, "we've Been Punching Her Repeatedly In The Face Instead. Why, Do You Think That Won't Work?" "just Thought I'd Ask." Simon's Tone Was Mild.

Where There Is Love, There Is Often Also Hate. They Can Exist Side By Side.

She'd Rather Hoped For Something Simple, Like A Lined Piece Of Notebook Paper With My Evil Plan Written Across The Top, But No Luck.

Why, Oh Why, Had Jace Picked A Fight With A Pack Of Wolves? What Had Possessed Him? Then Again, It Was Jace. He'd Pick A Fight With A Mack Truck If The Urge Took Him. -clary, Pg.40-