Simon to die. Jace to live. Jonathon to retune. And you Valentine's daughter, to be the catalist of it all.
You like the party?" "Is it in honor of anything?" "My cat's birthday." "Oh." She glanced around. "Where's your cat?" "I dont know. He ran away." -Magnus & Clary, pg.221-
Don't screech like that. You'll wake the dead.
The measure of love is to love without measure. - attributed to Saint Augustine
his parabatai rune was bleeding
One thing you'll learn as you get older, Simon, is that when people tell you something unpleasant about themselves, it's usually true.