Glory?....glory Belongs To God Alone.

You Swore To Stay With Me,” He Said. “when We Made Our Oath, As Parabatai. Our Souls Are Knit. We Are One Person, James.” “we Are Two People,” Said Jem. “two People With A Covenant Between Us.” Will Knew He Sounded Like A Child, But He Could Not Help It. “a Covenant That Says You Must Not Go Where I Cannot Come With You.” “until Death,” Jem Replied Gently. “those Are The Words Of The Oath. ‘until Aught But Death Part Thee And Me.’ Someday, Will, I Will Go Where None Can Follow Me, And I Think It Will Be Sooner Rather Than Later.

In All Gabriel’s Life He Could Not Remember His Brother Giving Even The Prettiest Of Shadowhunter Girls A Second Glance. Yet He Looked At This Scarred Mundane Servant As If She Were The Sun Rising. It Was Inexplicable, But It Was Also Undeniable. He Could See The Horror On His Brother’s Face As Sophie’s Good Opinion Of Him Shattered Before His Eyes.

I'm Trying To Figure Out How Someone Could Live In A Brothel For A Month And Not Notice. You Must Be Terribly Dull-witted." Tessa Glared. "if It Helps At All, It Seemed To Be Quite A High-class Establishment. Nicely Furnished, Fairly Clean..." "sounds As If You've Visited Your Fair Share Of Brothels," Tessa Said, Sourly. "making A Study Of Them?" "more Of A Hobby," Said Will, And Smiled Like A Bad Angel.

He Had Electric Blue Hair That Had Stuck Around His Head Like Tendrils Of A Startled Octopus.

Love Isn't A Weakness.