Go in peace, James Carstairs.

If you run into a psychic wall face-first, do you wind up with psychic bruises? -Clary, pg.239-

A rune, hovering like an angel: a shape like two wings joined by a single bar.

Some secrets, she thought, were better told; some were better left the burden of the carrier, that they might not cause pain to others.

Now very much against her will, she thought of the way Jace had looked at her then, the blaze of faith in his eyes, his belief in her. He had always thought she was strong. He had showed it in everything he did, in every look and every touch. Simon had faith in her too, yet when he'd held her, it had been as if she were something fragile, something made of delicate glass. But Jace had held her with all the strength he had, never wondering if she could take it--he'd known she was as strong has he was.

Magnus hoped if he ever went mad like that himself, so mad that he poisoned the very air round him and hurt everyone he came into contact with, that there would be someone ho loved him enough to stop him. To kill him, if it came to that.

It is a far greater thing that I do now, than I've ever done before.