What He Needs Now Is To Love

He Is A Shadowhunter,” Said Jocelyn. “his Loyalty Will Be To Clave And Covenant.” “he’s My Friend,” Said Magnus Coldly. “his Loyalty Is To Me.

I’d Do Almost Anything For You,” Simon Said Quietly. “i’d Die For You. You Know That. But Would I Kill Someone Else, Someone Innocent? What About A Lot Of Innocent Lives? What About The Whole World? Is It Really Love To Tell Someone That If It Came Down To Picking Between Them And Every Other Life On The Planet, You’d Pick Them? Is That—i Don’t Know, Is That A Moral Sort Of Love At All?

Then Again, It Was Jace. He'd Pick A Fight With A Mack Truck If The Urge Took Him.

Sometimes The Newly Marked Go Into Shock. The Good News Is, If This Happens To You, You Are Unlikely To Notice, Because You Will Be In Shock.

She Opened Her Mouth To Answer, But He Was Already Kissing Her. She Had Kissed Him So Many Times—soft Gentle Kisses, Hard And Desperate Ones, Brief Brushes Of The Lips That Said Good-bye, And Kisses That Seemed To Go On For Hours—and This Was No Different. The Way The Memory Of Someone Who Had Once Lived In A House Might Linger Even After They Were Gone, Like A Sort Of Psychic Imprint, Her Body Remembered Jace. Remembered The Way He Tasted, The Slant Of His Mouth Over Hers, His Scars Under Her Fingers, The Shape Of His Body Under Her Hands.