I know what you said! My mother would never have belonged to something like that. Some kind of-some kind of hate group." "It wasn't-," Jace began, but Hodge cut him off. "I doubt," he said slowly, as if the words pained him, "that she had much choice." Clary stared. "What are you talking about? Why wouldn't she have had a choice?" "Because," said Hodge, "she was Valentine's wife.

I was Marked by a very cute boy with terrible impulse control. I don't remember because I was basically unconscious but everyone was mad at him when I woke up. The end, love Clary.

I didn't know," he said. "I didn't know you needed me." Her voice shook. "I always need you

I was just wondering if you were armed. You want anything? Dagger, maybe?" He opened his own suit jacket just a bit, and Simon saw something long an metallic glinting against the inside lining. "No wonder you and Jace like each other so much. You're both crazy walking arsenals.

Well I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.

No. It is said that the Nephilim are the children of men and angels. All that this angelic heritage has given to us is a longer distance to fall.

cleverness that comes too late is hardly cleverness at all?