I Prefer The School Of Life.

In The End It Was Shadowhunting They Had Bonded Over—a Shared Love Of Sharp-edged Weapons, Gleaming Seraph Blades, The Painful Pleasure Of Burning Marks, The Thought-numbing Swiftness Of Battle. When Alec Had Wanted To Go Out Hunting Alone With Jace, Leaving Izzy Behind, Jace Had Spoken Up For Her: “we Need Her With Us; She’s The Best There Is. Aside From Me, Of Course.” She Had Loved Him Just For That.

There Was A Time I Thought I Was A Ferret.

Was It Weird Hearing From Jace?" Asked Simon, His Voice Carefully Neutral. "i Mean, Since You Found Out..." His Voice Trailed Off. Yes?"said Clary, Her Voice Sharply Edged. "since I Found Out What? That He's A Killer Transvestite Who Molests Cats?" No Wonder That Cat Of His Hates Everyone." Oh, Shut Up, Simon," Clary Said Crossly.

I Don't Know How To Live In The World As A Shadowhunter Without Will. I Don't Think I Even Want To. I Am Still A Parabatai, But My Other Half Is Gone.

I Keep Thinking About Blood, I Dream About It. Wake Up Thinking About It. Pretty Soon I'll Be Writing Morbid Emo Poetry About It.