With The Whole Mark Of Cain Thing,

Kissing Simon Was Pleasant. It Was A Gentle Sort Of Pleasant, Like Lying In A Hammock On A Summer Day With A Book And A Glass Of Lemonade

That Might Be Nice, An Extra Pair Of Arms," Jace Said. "handy In A Fight." "not If They're Growing Out Of Your..." Dorothea Paused And Smiled, Not Without Malice. "neck.

Like Letting Spiders Live Because They Eat Mosquitoes, Clary Thought. "so They're Good Enough To Let Live, Good Enough To Make Your Food For You, Good Enough To Flirt With-but Not Really Good Enough? I Mean, Not As Good As People.

Charlotte Leaned Forward Across The Table. “the Dark Sisters Never Mentioned What Use They Intended To Make Of Your Abilities, Did They?” “you Know About The Magister.” Tessa Said. “they Said They Were Preparing Me For Him.” “for Him To Do What?” Will Asked. “eat You For Dinner?” Tessa Shook Her Head. “to – To Marry Me, They Said.” “to Marry You?” Jessamine Was Openly Scornful. “that’s Ridiculous. They Were Probably Going To Blood Sacrifice You And Didn’t Want You To Panic.” (page 78)

Clary Closed Her Eyes. Remembering The Way Jace Had Looked At Her The Night She'd Freed Ithuriel, She Couldn't Help But Imagine The Way He'd Look At Her Now If He Saw Her Trying To Lie Down To Die On The Sand Beside Him. He Wouldn't Be Touched, Wouldn't Think It Was A Beautiful Gesture. He'd Be Angry At Her For Giving Up. He'd Be So--disappointed.