Our Souls Are Knit. We Are One

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-

How Can You Tell? That I Like Books, I Mean. The Look On Your Face When You Walked In, Somehow I Doubted You Were That Impressed By Me.

By The Time Alec Came Back Into The Training Room, Jace Was Lying On The Floor, Envisioning Lines Of Dancing Girls In An Effort To Ignore The Pain In His Wrists. It Wasn’t Working. ~pg. 317~

Simon I've Been Trying To Call You, But It Seems Like Your Phone Is Turned Off. I Don't Know Where You Are Right Now. I Don't Know If Clary's Already Told You What Happened Tonight. But I Have To Go To Magnus's And I'd Really Like You To Be There. I'm Scared For My Brother. I Never Ask You For Anything, Simon, But I'm Asking You Now. Please Come. Isabelle. Simon Let The Letter Fall From His Hand. He Was Out Of The Apartment And On His Way Down The Steps Before It Had Even Hit The Floor.

I Don’t Want To Be Nephilim,” Said Jace. “i Want To Be Something Else. Stronger, Faster, Better Than Human. But Different. Not Subservient To The Laws Of An Angel Who Couldn’t Care Less About Us. Free.” He Ran His Hand Through A Curl Of Her Hair. “i’m Happy Now, Clary. Doesn’t That Make A Difference?