In the end it was Shadowhunting they had bonded over—a shared love of sharp-edged weapons, gleaming seraph blades, the painful pleasure of burning Marks, the thought-numbing swiftness of battle. When Alec had wanted to go out hunting alone with Jace, leaving Izzy behind, Jace had spoken up for her: “We need her with us; she’s the best there is. Aside from me, of course.” She had loved him just for that.

What don't kill me... Had better start running!

Don't panic, but we've got an audience." Clary turned her head. Perched on a nearby tree branch was Hugo, watching them beadily from bright black eyes. So the sound she'd heard had been wings rather than demented passion. That was disappointing.

And what if I'm the one who kills him?" "My heart is your heart," he said, "My hands are your hands.

He will get through this, even if he thinks he won't.

When two people are at one in their inmost hearts, they shatter even the strength of iron or bronze.

What you're blaming yourself for is being who you are. And that's no one's fault and nothing you can change.