The Law May Be Hard But It's

What If Everything You Believe Is Wrong And You Could Still Be Loved And Still Be Forgiven?

It Was Dark In The Alcove, So Dark That Jace Was Only An Outline Of Shadows And Gold. His Body Pinned Clary's To The Wall. His Hands Slid Down Along Her Body And Reached The End Of Her Dress, Drawing It Up Along Her Legs. "what Are You Doing?" She Whispered. "jace?" He Looked At Her. The Peculiar Light In The Club Turned His Eyes An Array Of Fractured Colors. His Smile Was Wicked. "you Can Tell Me To Stop Whenever You Want," He Said. "but You Won't.

I Am Not A Certified Idiot—" "lack Of Certification Hardly Proves Intelligence," Will Muttered.

And Next Time You're Planning To Injure Yourself To Get Me Attention, Just Remember That A Little Sweet Talk Works Wonders.

I've Met An Attractive Weasel Or Two In My Time. He Looks More Like A Rat." -pg.170-