Jace's Clothes Had Been Clean,stylish,ordinary. Sebastian Had

One Must Look At The Next Step On The Path Ahead, Rather Than The Mountain In The Distance, Or One Would Never Reach One's Goal.

There Was No Way Possible [the Queen] Could Have Done All Of The Things The Pamphleteers Claimed. The Crimes Were Too Gross, Too Immoral And Far Too Physically Challenging. Magnus Himself Had Never Attempted Half Of Them.

And Indeed It Was, The Arrow Still Protruding From Its Wet, Grayish Skin, Humping Its Body Along With Incredible Speed. A Flick Of Its Tail Caught The Edge Of A Statue, Sending It Flying Into The Dry Ornamental Pool, Where It Shattered Into Dust. “by The Angel, It Just Crushed Sophocles,” Noted Will. “has No One Respect For The Classics These Days?

Clary Didn't Ask What That Was. She Was Busy Trying Not To Fall Over. The Ground Was Heaving Up And Down Under Her Feet. "jace," She Said, And Crumpled Into Him. He Caught Her As If He Were Used To Catching Fainting Girls, As If He Did It Every Day. Maybe He Did.

You Could Have Had Anything Else In The World, And You Asked For Me." She Smiled Up At Him. Filthy As He Was, Covered In Blood And Dirt, He Was The Most Beautiful Thing She'd Ever Seen. "but I Don't Want Anything Else In The World.