All Lightwoods Look The Same To Me—

Exsanguinated," Said Jace, Impressed. "that's A Big Word." "and You're A Big-" "tsk Tsk," He Interrupted. "no Swearing In Church.

Clary?” Jace Tilted His Head To The Side, Studying Her Face. “you Do—you Still Love Me, Don’t You?” “i Love Jace Lightwood,” She Said. “i Don’t Know Who You Are.

He Grabbed For The Coatrack That Stood By The Door, Ripped The Coats Off It, And Flung The Door Wide, The Rack Held Above His Head Like A Javelin. On The Other Side Of The Door Was Jace. He Blinked. "is That A Coatrack?

I Take Your Hand, Brother, So That You May Go In Peace.

She Had Never Imagined That The Kiss Would Be So Brief And Desperate And Wild. Or That It Would Taste Of Holy Water. Holy Water And Blood.