Itโs me,โ he said, and cleared his throat. โI could understand if you didnโt believe me, but I swear on the Angel, Iz, itโs me.โ Alec said nothing, but his grip on Jaceโs hand tightened. โYou donโt need to swear,โ he said, and with his free hand touched the parabatai rune near his collarbone. โI know. I can feel it. I donโt feel like Iโm missing a part of me anymore.โ โI felt it too.โ Jace took a ragged breath. โSomething missing. I felt it, even with Sebastian, but I didnโt know what it was I was missing. But it was you. My parabatai.
Cassandra ClareNot everything is about you," Clary said furiously. "Possibly," Jace said, "but you do have to admit that the majority of things are.
Cassandra ClareThis was a voice that drew out memories stretched thin by years of recollection, like paper unfolded and refolded too many times. A voice that brought back, like a wave, the memory of another time on this bridge, a night so long ago, everything black and silver and the river rushing away under her feet.
Cassandra Clare