It’s fascinating. You know all these words, and they’re all English, but when you string them together into sentences, they just don’t make any sense.

Or perhaps this hostility of yours is the pretense. Love does make liars out of your kind.

Can I help you with something?" Clary turned instant traitor against her gender. "Those girls on the other side of the car are staring at you." Jace assumed an air of mellow gratification. "Of course they are," he said, "I am stunningly attractive.

Jordan doesn't really care about the blood," Simon said now. "His whole thing is about me being comfortable with what I am. Get in touch with your inner vampire, blah, blah." Clary slid in next to him onto the bed and hugged a pillow. "Is your inner vampire different from your...outer vampire?" "Definitely. He wants me to wear midriff-baring shirts and a fedora. I'm fighting it." Clary smiled faintly. "So your inner vampire is Magnus?

There is no god, not a god who would create the things I saw

You're sitting on my bed," he said. "Did yo think I was under it?

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