No," Jace Agreed. "we Don't Fly. We

And The Clave Wants To Meet Clarissa. You Know That, Jace." "the Clave Can Screw Itself." "jace," Maryse Said, Sounding Genuinely Parental For A Change. "language." "the Clave Wants A Lot Of Things," Jace Amended. "it Shouldn't Necessarily Get Them All.

This One Incident I Will Not Allow You To Shrug Off!" "i Wasn't Planning To," Jace Said. "i Can't Shrug Anything Off. My Shoulder's Dislocated." -hodge & Jace, Pg.296-

I Swear, I Almost Died Back There On That Ship, You Know." He Let Her Hand Go, But He Was Staring At Her, Almost As If He Meant To Memorize Her Face. " I Know," He Said. "everytime You Almost Die, I Almost Die Myself.

She Smiled At Him. “how Did You Know Just What I’d Want To See?” “how Could I Not?” He Said. “when I Think Of You, And You Are Not There, I See You In My Mind’s Eye Always With A Book In Your Hand.” He Looked Away From Her As He Said It, But Not Before She Caught The Slight Flush On His Cheekbones. He Was So Pale, He Could Never Hide Even The Least Blush, She Thought — And Was Surprised How Affectionate The Thought Was.

It's Not Gray," Clary Felt Compelled To Point Out. "it's Green." "if There Was Such A Thing As Terminal Literalism, You'd Have Died In Childhood," Said Jace.