Someday," Magnus Said, Looking At The Crumpled

His Fingers Skimmed Down Her Body, Over Skin And Satin, And She Shivered, Leaning Into Him, And She Was Sure They Both Tasted Like Blood And Ashes And Salt, But It Didn't Matter; The World, The City, And All It's Lights And Life Seemed To Have Narrowed Down To This, Just Her And Jace, The Burning Heart Of A Frozen World.

I Am Not The One Of Us Who Has No Heart.

You’re My Sister,” He Said Finally. “my Sister, My Blood, My Family. I Should Want To Protect You”—he Laughed Soundlessly And Without Any Humor—“to Protect You From The Sort Of Boys Who Want To Do With You Exactly What I Want To Do.

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?

Don't You Hate It? Not Ever Saying How You Really Feel?