Mortality, Behold, And Fear, What A Change

It Was Odd, (tessa Thought), What Brought Out Tenderness In People.

Why, Oh Why, Had Jace Picked A Fight With A Pack Of Wolves? What Had Possessed Him? Then Again, It Was Jace. He'd Pick A Fight With A Mack Truck If The Urge Took Him. -clary, Pg.40-

And There Are Vampires, Too? Werewolves, Warlocks, All That Stuff?" Clary Gnawed Her Lower Lip. "so I Hear." "and You Kill Them, Too?" Simon Asked, Directing The Question To Jace, Who Had Put The Stele Back In His Pocket And Was Examining His Flawless Nails For Defects. "only When They've Been Naughty.

She Looked Up From Closing It To Find Jace Watching Her Through Hooded Eyes. “and One Last Thing,” He Said. He Reached Over And Pulled The Sparking Pins Out Of Her Hair, So That It Fell In Warm Heavy Curls Down Her Neck. The Sensation Of Hair Tickling Her Bare Skin Was Unfamiliar And Oddly Pleasant. “much Better,” He Said, And She Thought This Time That Maybe His Voice Was Uneven Too.

The Most Remarkable Thing About Him Were His Eyes. They Were Laughing Eyes, At Once Both Joyous And Tender: They Were The Radiant Pale Blue Of A Sky Slipping Toward Evening In Heaven, When Angels Who Had Been Sweet All Day Found Themselves Tempted To Sin.