Choosing Love Or War: Both

When The Soul Has Left The Body, It Belongs To Death. And It Cannot Be Taken Back Without A Price.

There Is That. I Might Have Better Luck Telling Him I’m In Love With Him. Jace Thinks Everyone’s In Love With Him Anyway.” “but I,” Said Clary, “actually Am.

There Was A Man Who Was Worthless, And Knew He Was Worthless, And Yet However Far Down He Tried To Sink His Soul, There Was Always Some Part Of Him Capable Of Great Action.

The Witchlight Made His Skin Paler, His Eyes More Intently Blue. They Were The Color Of The Water In The North Atlantic, Where The Ice Drifted On Its Blue-black Surface Like The Snow Clinging To The Dark Glass Pane Of A Window.

What Do You Think It Would Have Been Like If Valentine Had Brought You Up Along With Me? Would You Have Loved Me?" Clary Was Very Glad She Had Put Her Cup Down, Because If She Hadn't, She Would Have Dropped It. Sebastian Was Looking At Her Not With Any Shyness Or The Sort Of Natural Awkwardness That Might Be Attendant On Such A Bizarre Question, But As If She Were A Curious, Foreign Life-form. "well," She Said. "you're My Brother. I Would Have Loved You. I Would Have...had To.