For a moment Clary thought she might fall; she felt as if something essential had been torn away from her, an arm or a leg, and she stared at Jace in blank astonishment-- what did he feel, did he feel nothing? She didn't think she could bear it if he felt nothing.

She knew she could not be Jem for Will. No one could. But slowly the hollow places in his heart were filling in.

And I'm suppose to sit by while you date boys and fall in love with someone else, get married...?" His voice tightened. "And meanwhile, I'll die a little bit more every day, watching.

To her you're Jocelyn's daughter. But I'll always be Valentine's son

Gideon Lightwood said he was at the Institute in Madrid. What on earth was he doing there?' 'Faffing about, most likely', said Will.

I take your hand, brother, so that you may go in peace.

History gets written by the winners.