Look, you can date whoever you want and I will totally support you. I am all about support. Support is my middle name.” “So that’s why you never told me your middle name. I figured it was something embarrassing.

Sebastian never does anything just for fun.” Jace took Clary’s hand and pulled her toward him. “But I do.

I choose to be with him for however many days or minutes we are granted, and to count myself blessed to have them.

For as is often the happenstance with that which is precious and lost, when you find him again, he may well not be quite as you left him.

Let me give you a piece of advice. The handsome young fellow who's trying to rescue you from a hideous fate is never wrong. Not even if he says the sky is purple and made of hedgehogs.

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

Vampires, fey folk, werewolves, Shadowhunters, and demons - these things made sense to Magnus. But the mundane world - it seemed to have no pattern, no form. Their quicksilver politics. Their short lives.