Clary," Jace Said Again. "you Know: Short,

Mene Mene Tekel Upsharin,' Jace Said With A Faint Smile. 'you Don't Recognize It? It's From The Bible, Vampire. The Old One. That's Your Book, Isn't It?' Just Because I'm Jewish Doesn't Mean I've Memorized The Old Testament.' It's The Writing On The Wall. "god Hath Numbered Thy Kingdom, And Brought It To An End; Thou Art Weighed In The Balance And Found Wanting." It's A Portent Of Doom--it Means The End Of An Empire.

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.

And In Some Way, Clary Thought, He Meant It, Meant His Gratitude. He Had Long Ago Lost The Ability To Distinguish Between Force And Cooperation, Between Fear And Willingness, Between Love And Torture. And With That Realization Came A Rush Of Numbness—what Was The Point Of Hating Valentine For Being A Monster When He Didn’t Even Know He Was One?

I Didn't Know," He Said. "i Didn't Know You Needed Me." Her Voice Shook. "i Always Need You

Endless Hope, Endless Disappointment.