Actually," said Jace, "I prefer to think that I'm a liar in a way that's uniquely my own.

It was at first almost as if he hadn't wanted to kiss her. His mouth was hard on hers, unyielding; then he put both arms around her and pulled her against him. His lips softened. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart, taste the sweetness of apples still on his mouth. She wound her hands into his hair, as she'd wanted to do since the first time she'd seen him. His hair curled around her fingers, silky and fine. Her heart was hammering, and there was a rushing sound in her ears, like beating wings

his parabatai rune was bleeding

You're an idiot." "I've never claimed to be otherwise.

Was this what it meant to love someone? That any burden was a burden shared, that they could give you comfort with a word or a touch?

You have ruthlessness in your bones and ice in your heart, Clarissa. Don't tell me any differently.

Everything we need to know is locked up in your head, under those pretty red curls." Clary reached up to touch her hair protectively. "I dont think-" "So what are you going to do?" Simon asked sharply. "Cut her head open to get at it?