Jealousy Is Such An Ugly Emotion.

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.

Normal People Dont Generally Find Their Homes Ransacked By Demons.

Her Name Rang In Will's Mind Like The Chime Of A Bell; He Wondered If Any Other Name On Earth Had Such An Inescapable Resonance To It. She Couldn't Have Been Named Something Awful, Could She, Like Mildred. He Couldn't Imagine Lying Awake At Night, Staring Up At The Ceiling While Invisible Voices Whispered 'mildred' In His Ears. But Tessa--

I’m Really Grateful To You For Saving Us, Maia, And Jace Is Too, Even Though He’s So Stubborn That He’d Rather Jam A Seraph Blade Through His Eyeball Than Say So. And Don’t You Say You Hope He Does,” She Added Hastily, Seeing The Look On The Other Girl’s Face, “because That’s Really Not Helpful.

If You’re Being Punished,” Clary Said, “then So Am I. Because All Those Things You Felt, I Felt Them Too, But We Can’t—we Have To Stop Feeling This Way, Because It’s Our Only Chance.” Jace’s Hands Were Tight At His Sides. “our Only Chance For What?” “to Be Together At All. Because Otherwise We Can’t Ever Be Around Each Other, Not Even Just In The Same Room, And I Can’t Stand That. I’d Rather Have You In My Life Even As A Brother Than Not At All