I'm A Werewolf, Not A Golden Retriever.

It Was Sometimes Inconvenient To Have The Gold-green, Slit-pupilled Eyes Of A Cat, But This Was Usually Easily Hidden With A Small Glamour, And If Not, Well, There Were Quite A Few Ladies-and Men-who Didn't Find It A Drawback.

Why Do You Do These Things To Yourself? Not Just What You Did To The Window, But The Way You Talked To Clary. What Are You Punishing Yourself For? You Can't Help How You Feel.

But That Was Isabelle — If There Was A Boy Around And Blame That Needed To Be Pinned On Someone, Isabelle Would Pin It On Him

You Don't Need To Worry, Though. He's Not My Type." "i Don't Think I've Ever Heard A Girl Say That Before," Said Simon. "i Thought Jace Was The Kind Of Guy Who Was Everyone's Type.

I Was Hoping They Would Put Up Flyers Like They Do For Lost Cats." He Said. "missing, One Stunningly Attractive Teenage Boy. Answers To 'jace' Or 'hotstuff'." "you Did Not Just Say That." "you Don't Like 'hotstuff'? You Think 'sweet Cheeks' Might Be Better? "love Crumpet'? Really? That Last One's Stretching It A Bit. Though, Technically My Family Is British-