She saw Valentine's eyes as the sword hurtled toward her; it seemed like eons, though it could only have been a split second. She saw that he could stop the blow if he wanted. Saw that he knew it might well strike her if he didn't. Saw that he was going to do it anyway.

With their hands clasped like children in a fairy tale, she fell asleep beside him in the dark.

to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.

Why mundanes always insist on taking responsibility for things that aren't their fault is a mystery to me. You didn't force that cocktail down his idiotic throat." -Jace, pg.241-

Gracious," said Cecily. "You must be Mr. Sallows." "Nephilim," observed the shop owner gloomily. "I detest Nephilim." "Hmph," said Cecily. "Charmed, I'm sure.

Why are you such an asshat?" "An asshat?" Jace looked as if he were about to laugh.

I am a badass, and I recognize that you, too, are a badass.