Love Didn't Make You Weak, It Made

It Was Dark In The Alcove, So Dark That Jace Was Only An Outline Of Shadows And Gold. His Body Pinned Clary's To The Wall. His Hands Slid Down Along Her Body And Reached The End Of Her Dress, Drawing It Up Along Her Legs. "what Are You Doing?" She Whispered. "jace?" He Looked At Her. The Peculiar Light In The Club Turned His Eyes An Array Of Fractured Colors. His Smile Was Wicked. "you Can Tell Me To Stop Whenever You Want," He Said. "but You Won't.

Clary Wondered What Exactly Peanut-fish-olive-tomato Soup Tasted Like.

Sometimes Carrying The Burden Of An Upsetting Truth, And Hiding It, Is Actually A Gift You Give To Someone Else. You Bear That Burden, So They Don’t Have To, In A Situation Where Telling Them Will Change Nothing.

I Saw Jonathan After He Faced The Fear Demon, You Know. It Showed Itself To Him As You. That Told Me All I Needed To Know. The Greatest Fear In Jonathan’s Life Is The Love He Feels For His Sister.

Jace: "i Guess We Better Move The Trash. We Can Start With The Dumpster," Looking Unenthusiastic. Clary: "you'd Rather Face A Ravening Horde Of Demons, Wouldn't You?" Jace: "at Least They Wouldn't Be Crawling With Maggots. Well, Not Most Of Them, Anyway. There Was This One Demon, Once, That I Tracked Down To The Sewers Under Grand Central--" Clary: "don't. I'm Not Really In The Mood Right Now." Jace: "that's Got To Be The First Time A Girl's Ever Said That To Me." Clary: "stick With Me And It Won't Be The Last.