They Both Believed In Her Even When

Not Everything That's True Needs To Be Said.

Jace: "i Guess We Better Move The Trash. We Can Start With The Dumpster," Looking Unenthusiastic. Clary: "you'd Rather Face A Ravening Horde Of Demons, Wouldn't You?" Jace: "at Least They Wouldn't Be Crawling With Maggots. Well, Not Most Of Them, Anyway. There Was This One Demon, Once, That I Tracked Down To The Sewers Under Grand Central--" Clary: "don't. I'm Not Really In The Mood Right Now." Jace: "that's Got To Be The First Time A Girl's Ever Said That To Me." Clary: "stick With Me And It Won't Be The Last.

I Know You Feel Inhuman, And As If You Are Set Apart, Away From Life And Love, But... I Promise You, The Right Man Won't Care.

Ragnor Looked Very Regretful About All The Choices That Had Led Him To His Being In This Place And Especially In This Company

Will: "nice Place To Live, Isn't It? Let's Hope They Left Something Behind Other Than Filth. Forwarding Addresses, A Few Severed Limbs, A Prostitute Or Two ..." Jem: "indeed. Perhaps, If We're Fortunate, We Can Still Catch Syphilis." "or Demon Pox," Will Suggested Cheerfully, Trying The Door Under The Stairs.