'Will,' she whispered against his mouth. She wanted him closer to her so badly, it was like an ache, a painful hot ache that spread from her stomach to speed her heart and knot her hands in his hair and set her skin burning. 'Will, you need not be so careful. I will not break.'

Everything changes in my life, and the world stays the same.

You love him as a falcon loves his master who binds and blinds it.

We're called Shadowhunters. At least, that's what we call ourselves. The Downworlders have less complimentary names for us.

With Jace, you don't really get to choose your insulting nickname.

A sarcastic blond genie with a bad attitude. -Clary, pg.243-

For this I would be damned forever. For this I would have given up everything.