I would die for you. You know that. I would die without you. If it were not for you, I would be dead a hundred times over these past five years.

It's not funny, Jace," Alec interrupted, starting to his feet. "Are you just going to let her stand there and call me names?" "Yes," Jace said kindly. "It'll do you good-- try to think of it as endurance training.

I'm not a man. I have no male pride for you to trick me with, and I am not interested in single combat. That is entirely a weakness of your sex, not mine. I am a woman. I will use any weapon and all weapons to get what I want.

He'd burn the whole world down til he could dig out you of the ashes.

Wait." Clary was suddenly nervous. "The melted metal-it could be, like, toxic or something." Maia snorted. "I'm from New Jersey. I born in toxic sludge.

No one can say that death found in me a willing comrade, or that I went easily.

Then again, it was Jace. He'd pick a fight with a Mack truck if the urge took him.