“Not enough,” he said, letting her hair slip through his fingers. “If I kiss you all day, everyday, for the rest of my life, it won’t be enough.”

“I was trying to make you jealous!” Simon screamed, right back. His hands were fisted at his sides. “You’re so stupid, Clary. You’re so stupid, can’t you see anything?”She stared at him in bewilderment. What on earth did he mean? “Trying to make me jealous? Why would you try to do that?”She saw immediately that this was the worst thing she could have asked him.”Because,” he said, so bitterly that it shocked her, “I’ve been in love with you for ten years, so I thought it seemed like the time to find out whether you felt the same about me. Which, I guess you don’t.”

“I think everything that happened in Idris-Valentine, Max, Hodge, even Sebastian-I kept shoving it all down, trying to forget, but it’s catching up with me. I… I’ll get help. I’ll get better. I promise.” “You promise.””I swear on the Angel.” He ducked his head down, kissed her cheek.”The hell with that. I swear on us.”

“Jace looked as if she had slapped him. “Why are you determined not to believe us?””Because she loves you,” said Valentine.Clary felt the blood drain out of her face.”

“Every time I think I’m missing a piece of me, you give it back.”

“His hands lay flat on either side of him, his arms at his sides. He seemed barely to be breathing; she wasn’t sure she was breathing herself. She slid her own hand across the bedsheet, just far enough that their fingers touched-so lightly that she would have probably hardly been aware of it had she been touching anyone but Jace; as it was, the nerve endings in her fingertips pricked softly, as if she were holding them over a low flame. She felt him tense beside her and then relax. He had shut his eyes, and his lashes cast fine shadows against the curve of his cheekbones. His mouth curled into a smile as if he sensed her watching him, and she wondered how he would look in the morning, with his hair messed and sleep circles under his eyes. Despite everything, the thought gave her a jolt of happiness.She laced her fingers through his. “Good night,” she whispered. With their hands clasped like children in a fairy tale, she fell asleep beside him in the dark.”

“She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn’t feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into his body: the map of a life of endless war.”

“But maybe you never really had someone, she thought now. Maybe, no matter how much you loved them, they could slip through your fingers like water, and there was nothing you could do about it.”

“When you love someone, you don’t have a choice. Love takes your choices away.- Clary Fray”

“There is no pretending”,Jace said with absolute clarity.”I love you,and I will love you until I die,and if there’s a life after that,I’ll love you then.”She caught her breath.He had said it-the words there was no going back from.”

“Now very much against her will, she thought of the way Jace had looked at her then, the blaze of faith in his eyes, his belief in her. He had always thought she was strong. He had showed it in everything he did, in every look and every touch. Simon had faith in her too, yet when he’d held her, it had been as if she were something fragile, something made of delicate glass. But Jace had held her with all the strength he had, never wondering if she could take it–he’d known she was as strong has he was.”

“We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.”

“He made a sound like a choked laughed before he reached out and pulled her into her arms. She was aware of Luke watching them from the window, but she shut her eyes resolutely and buried her face against Jace’s shoulder. He smelled of salt and blood, and only when his mouth came close to her ear did she understand what he was saying, and it was the simplest litany of all: her name, just her name.”

“Declarations of love amuse me. Especially when unrequited.”

“You could have had anything else in the world, and you asked for me.”She smiled up at him. Filthy as he was, covered in blood and dirt, he was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.”But I don’t want anything else in the world.”