I Love Round Tables. They Suit Me

Family Isn't Blood. It's The People Who Love You. The People Who Have Your Back.

It’s Me,” He Said, And Cleared His Throat. “i Could Understand If You Didn’t Believe Me, But I Swear On The Angel, Iz, It’s Me.” Alec Said Nothing, But His Grip On Jace’s Hand Tightened. “you Don’t Need To Swear,” He Said, And With His Free Hand Touched The Parabatai Rune Near His Collarbone. “i Know. I Can Feel It. I Don’t Feel Like I’m Missing A Part Of Me Anymore.” “i Felt It Too.” Jace Took A Ragged Breath. “something Missing. I Felt It, Even With Sebastian, But I Didn’t Know What It Was I Was Missing. But It Was You. My Parabatai.

Bloodthirsty Little Beasts. Never Trust A Duck.- William Herondale

I Love You, Clary," He Said Without Looking At Her. He Was Staring Out Into The Church, At The Row Of Lighted Candles, Their Fold Reflected In His Eyes. "more Than I Ever--" He Broke Off. "god. More Than I Probably Should. You Know That, Don't You?

Hello, Hello.” Magnus Swept Toward Them..."alec, My Darling, Clary. And Rat-boy." He Swept A Bow Toward Simon, Who Looked Annoyed. "to What Do I Owe The Pleasure?" "we Came To See Jace," Clary Said. "is He All Right?" "i Don’t Know," Magnus Said. "does He Normally Just Lie On The Floor Like That Without Moving?" "what –," Alec Began, And Broke Off As Magnus Laughed. "that’s Not Funny." "you’re So Easy To Tease. And Yes, Your Friend Is Just Fine. Well, Except That He Keeps Putting All My Things Away And Trying To Clean Up. Now I Can’t Find Anything. He’s Compulsive.