Shadowhunters were brought up to handle anything, weren't they?

Will’s hand looked brown and sunburnt by contrast, their fingers dovetailed together like piano keys.

Change is no loss, Will. Not always.

We are not our parents, Gabriel. We do not have to carry the burden of their choices or their sins.

Well, you know, your mom gets like this sometimes," Simon said. "Like when she breathes in or out.

You're all he ever wants.

She threw the door open. The room seemed to be a sort of library, the walls lined with books. It was brightly lit, light streaming through a tall picture window. In the middle of the room stood Jace. He wasn't alone, though-not by a long shot. There was a dark-haired girl with him, a girl Clary had never seen before, and the two of them were locked together in a passionate embrace