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О, я знаю твоё имя. Кларисса Моргенштерн. Маленькая девочка, которая остановила большую войну.

— You befriend Shadowhunters, but you can never be of them. You always be other and outside.
(c) Camille

Do you have a lot of other profound thoughts like that? Blood is blood? A toaster is a toaster? A Gelatinous Cube is a Gelatinous Cube?

"I always knew there were vampires, dude," he'd said. "Because, you know, how there's people you know who, like, always look the same, even when they're, like, a hundred years old? Like David Bowie?"

Kyle shook his head. “Fine. Whatever it is you’re not telling me, I’ll find out eventually.” He got to his feet. “And now, I’m beat. I’m going to sleep. I’ll see you in the morning,” he said to Simon. “You,” he said to Jace, “well, I guess I’ll see you around. You’re the first Shadowhunter I’ve ever met.”
“That’s too bad,” said Jace, “since all the ones you meet from now on will be a terrible letdown.”

“I’m always so glad I have no idea what you’re vacantly chattering about,” said Jace. “It fills me with a sense of peace and well-being.”