All That Existed Was Jace;

Izzy," Said Jace, As They Neared The Pond, And She Jumped Up And Spun Around. Her Smile Was Dazzling. "jace!" She Flew At Him And Hugged Him. Now That Was The Way Sisters Were Supposed To Act, Clary Thought. Not All Stiff And Weird And Peculiar, But Happy And Loving. Watching Jace Hug Isabelle, She Tried To School Her Features Into A Happy And Loving Expression. "are You All Right?" Simon Asked, With Some Concern. "your Eyes Are Crossing." "i'm Fine." Clary Abandoned The Attempt. "are You Sure? You Looked Sort Of… Contorted.

"jem?" He Said. "is It You, James?" "who Else?" Jem's Voice.

Gideon Touched Her Cheek, Lightly, With The Tips Of His Fingers. “did You Know Your Name Means ‘wisdom’? It Was Very Well-given.

To Be Beautiful You Had To Be Willowy And Tall. When You Were As Short As Clary Was, Just Over Five Feet, You Were Cute. Not Pretty Or Beautiful, But Cute.

I Don't Know How I Could Sleep At Night, Not Knowing I Was Surrounded By A Thousand Other Sleeping, Dreaming Souls. - Pg 120, Jem To Tessa & Will