Your Trusting Idiocy Knows No Bounds

You're The First Shadowhunter I've Ever Met." “that’s Too Bad,” Said Jace, “since All The Others You Meet From Now On Will Be A Terrible Letdown.

If I Might Ask--," She Began. Will Sighed. "you Know You'll Ask Whether I Say It's All Right Or Not.

I Tell Myself He's Better Than He Makes Himself Out To Be, But, Tessa, What If He Isn't?

By The Angel, Bridget’s Depressing,” Said Henry, Setting Down His Newspaper Directly On His Plate And Causing The Edge To Soak Through With Egg Yolk. Charlotte Opened Her Mouth As If To Object, And Closed It Again. “it’s All Heartbreak, Death And Unrequited Love.” “well, That Is What Most Songs Are About,” Said Will. “requited Love Is Nice, But It Doesn’t Make Much Of A Ballad.

And Maybe It Would Have Bitten You In Half," Said Will. "what You Are Describing, The Transformation Into A Demon, Is The Last Stage Of The Pox." "will!" Charlotte Threw Up Her Hands. "why Didn't You Say So?" "you Know, The Books On Demon Pox Are In The Library," Will Said With An Injured Tone. "i Wasn't Preventing Anyone From Reading Them." "yes, But If Benedict Was Going To Turn Into An Enormous Serpent, You'd Think You Could At Least Have Mentioned It," Said Charlotte. "as A Matter Of General Interest.