I Am A Man" He Told Her,

But The Name Magnus Bane Made Him Think Of A Towering Sort Of Figure, With Huge Shoulders And Formal Purple Warlock’s Robes, Calling Down Fire And Lightning. Not Magnus Himself, Who Was More Of A Cross Between A Panther And A Demented Elf.

James, You Are All The Family I Have. 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. I Owe You Everything, And If You Cannot Believe I Have Empathy, Perhaps You Might At Least Believe I Know Honor--honor, And Debt--

Jace, Clary Thought, Was The Sort Of Person Who Liked It When Things Were Happening, Even Things That Were Bad

Simon Had Never Noticed Before, But She Wore A Silver Ring On Her Right Hand, With A Partner Of Flames Around The Band Of It, And A Carved L In The Center. It Reminded Him Of The Ring Clary Wore Around Her Neck, With Its Design Of Stars. "it's The Lightwood Family Ring," She Said, Noticing Where His Gaze Was Fixed. "every Family Has An Emblem. Ours Is Fire.

And When I Saw Him[my Father] Lying Dead In A Pool Of His Own Blood, I Knew Then That I Hadn't Stopped Believing In God. I'd Just Stopped Believing God Cared. There Might Be A God, Clary, And There Might Be Not. Either Way, We're On Our Own.