Hope Is Not An Illusion.

Why Don't We Talk About Your Love Life? Clary Countered. "what About You And Alec?" "alec Refuses To Acknowledge That We Have A Relationship, And So I Refuse To Acknowledge Him. He Sent Me A Fire Message Asking For A Favor The Other Day. It Was Addressed To 'warlock Bane' As If I Were A Perfect Stranger. He's Still Hung Up On Jace, I Think, Though That Relationship Will Never Go Anywhere. A Problem I Imagine You Know Nothing About.

Stop It," He Hissed In Her Ear. "you'll Just Make It Worse For Yourself. It's Better If You Don't Look." "like You Do?" She Hissed Back. "shutting Your Eyes And Pretending Something's Not Happening Doesn't Make It Not True, Jace. You Ought To Know Better-

He Found Himself Looking Into Many Faces For Potentional Love, And Seeing Many People As Shining Vessels Of Possibility. Perhaps This Time There Would Be That Indefinable Something That Sent Hungry Hearts Roving, Longing And Searching For Something, They Knew Not What, And Yet Could Not Give Up The Quest.

Change Is Not Always Accomplished Peacefully, But That Does Not Make It Disadventageous.

Clary Closed Her Eyes. Remembering The Way Jace Had Looked At Her The Night She'd Freed Ithuriel, She Couldn't Help But Imagine The Way He'd Look At Her Now If He Saw Her Trying To Lie Down To Die On The Sand Beside Him. He Wouldn't Be Touched, Wouldn't Think It Was A Beautiful Gesture. He'd Be Angry At Her For Giving Up. He'd Be So--disappointed.