No Matter What The Price Offered, No

When The Soul Has Left The Body, It Belongs To Death. And It Cannot Be Taken Back Without A Price.

My Blood In His Veins." ~jace

No, I'm Just A Very Naughty Boy. I Do All Sorts Of Bad Things. I Kick Kittens. I Make Rude Gestures At Nuns.

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.

Good. Because I Don't Need Protecting." "i Knew You'd Say That.but The Thing Is, Sometimes You Do. And Sometimes I Do. We're Meant To Protect Each Other, But Not From Everything. Not From The Truth. That's What It Means To Love Someone But Let Them Be Themselves.