Simon!” The voice was Clary’s. He would know it anywhere. He wondered if his mind was conjuring it up now, a sense memory of what he’d most loved during life to carry him through the process of death. “Simon, you stupid idiot! I’m over here! At the window!” Simon jumped to his feet. He doubted his mind would conjure that up.

You know, when someone prefers their own brother over you, it isn't a confidence booster.

It's Will," she said. "He's being absolutely ridiculous in the dining room." Charlotte looked puzzled. "How is this different from him being totally ridiculous in the library or the weapons room or any of the other places he's usually ridiculous?

A Mark that spoke of loss was still a Mark, a remembrance. You could not lose something you never had.

It would be one thing if I had been cursed so that everyone I loved would die," said Will. "I could keep myself from loving. To keep others from caring for me--it is an odd, exhausting procedure.

He was still stroking the inside of her wrist, his touch doing odd delicious things to her skin and nerves.

Simon to die. Jace to live. Jonathon to retune. And you Valentine's daughter, to be the catalist of it all.