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

Isabelle Looked At Him Thoughtfully. "did You Seriously Jump Thirty Feet Out Of A Malachi Configuration? Did He, Alec?" "he Did," Alec Confirmed. "i've Never Seen Anything Like It." "i've Never Seen Anything Like This." Jace Lifted A Ten-inch Dagger From The Floor. One Of Isabelle's Pink Brassiers Was Spread On The Wickedly Sharp Tip. Isabelle Snached It Off, Scowling.

I Fell In Love With You," He Said, "because You Were One Of The Bravest People I'd Ever Known. So How Could I Ask You To Stop Being Brave Just Because I Loved You?" He Ran His Hands Through His Hair, Making It Stick Up In Loops And Curls That Clary Ached To Smooth Down. "you Came For Me," He Said. "you Saved Me When Almost Everyone Else Had Given Up, And Even The People Who Hadn't Given Up Didn't Know What To Do. You Think I Don't Know What You Went Through?

Jace Whistled. "raphael Is Really Having An Exceptionally Bad Night." -jace, Pg.283-

[magnus] Reminded Himself Of His Manners, And Bowed. "charmed," He Said. "or Whatever Effect Would Please You Best, I'm Sure.

Well, She's Not Responding To My Advances," He Observed More Brightly Than He Felt, "so She Must Be Dead." "or She's A Woman Of Good Taste And Sense.