It's very advanced of you to have accepted my mortality so fatalistically.

Light like thin grey soup seeped through the windows. The door opened and Mrs. Dark came in, followed by her sister, who had no head, only the white bone of her spine protruding from her raggedly severed neck.

Not everything is about you," Clary said furiously. "Possibly," Jace said, "but you do have to admit that the majority of things are.

Will interrupted. "Henry," he said, "you're on fire. You do know that, don't you?

Temper us in fire, and we grow stronger. When we suffer, we survive.

nothing ventured, nothing gained.

under his dripping hair, he was as white as parchment, his hands clenched at his sides so tightly that they were shaking. It seemed clear that some terrible turmoil was ripping him apart from the inside out.