I'm Pure At Heart. It Repels The

This Was A Voice That Drew Out Memories Stretched Thin By Years Of Recollection, Like Paper Unfolded And Refolded Too Many Times. A Voice That Brought Back, Like A Wave, The Memory Of Another Time On This Bridge, A Night So Long Ago, Everything Black And Silver And The River Rushing Away Under Her Feet.

I Know About Parabatai,” Said Magnus, An Angry, Dark Undercurrent To His Voice. “i’ve Known Parabatai So Close They Were Almost The Same Person; Do You Know What Happens, When One Of Them Dies, To The One That’s Left —?

Pain Made You Strong. Loss Made You Powerful.

Jace Whistled. "raphael Is Really Having An Exceptionally Bad Night." -jace, Pg.283-

One Finds Nobility In The Oddest Places.