Why is it, little Shadowhunter, that your angels are so cold and without mercy? Why do they break that which will not obey them?

In all Gabriel’s life he could not remember his brother giving even the prettiest of Shadowhunter girls a second glance. Yet he looked at this scarred mundane servant as if she were the sun rising. It was inexplicable, but it was also undeniable. He could see the horror on his brother’s face as Sophie’s good opinion of him shattered before his eyes.

I feel a sense of responsibility," said Jordan. "And where is this feeling located? In your pants, perhaps?

And you won’t leave me?” “No.” Alec said. “No, we won’t ever leave you. You know that.” “Never.” Isabelle took his hand, the one Alec wasn’t holding, and pressed it fiercely. “Lightwoods, all together.” She whispered. Jace's hand was suddenly damp where she was holding it, and he realized she was crying, her tears splashing down crying for him, because she loved him; even after everything that had happened, she still loved him. They both did. He fell asleep like that, with Isabelle on one side of him and Alec on the other, as the sun came up with the dawn.

I was even a little glad that if it wasn’t going to be me she wanted, it was going to be someone who really deserved her.

Consider it a race to see who kills you first, Daylighter-Valentine, the other Downworlders, or the Clave.

She had loved him for such a long time, she thought. How was it that she did now know him at all?