And in some way, Clary thought, he meant it, meant his gratitude. He had long ago lost the ability to distinguish between force and cooperation, between fear and willingness, between love and torture. And with that realization came a rush of numbness—what was the point of hating Valentine for being a monster when he didn’t even know he was one?

I think I may be in love with you, Sophie," said Will. "Marriage could be in the cards.

It is easier to confront a threat as a mass, a group, not individuals who must be evaluated one by one.

History gets written by the winners.

You live in my head all the time.

I know I told you once that whether God exists or not, we're on our own. But when I'm with you, I'm not.

Do you often sleep tied to the bed?