Love Isn't A Weakness.

Where's Magnus?" He Said. As He Looked Toward The Kitchen, Clary Saw A Bruise On His Jaw, Below His Ear, About The Size Of A Thumbprint. "alec!" Magnus Came Skidding Into The Living Room And Blew A Kiss To His Boyfriend Across The Room. Having Discarded His Slippers, He Was Barefoot Now. His Cat's Eyes Shone As He Looked At Alec.

Knowing Is Better Than Not Knowing. Every Time.

Clary: What Are You Doing Here, Anyway? Jace: 'here' As In Your Bedroom Or 'here' As In The Great Spiritual Question Of Our Purpose Here On This Planet? If You're Asking Whether It's All Just A Cosmic Coincidence Or There's A Greater Metaethical Purpose To Life, Well, That's A Puzzler For The Ages. I Mean, Simple Ontological Reductionism Is Clearly A Fallacious Argument, But- Clary: I'm Going To Bed.

Will Gave A Short Laugh. He Was In Gear As If He Had Just Come From The Practice Room, And His Hair Curled Damply Against His Temples. He Was Not Looking At Tessa, But She Had Grown Used To That. Will Hardly Ever Looked At Her Unless He Had To.

This One Incident I Will Not Allow You To Shrug Off!" "i Wasn't Planning To," Jace Said. "i Can't Shrug Anything Off. My Shoulder's Dislocated." -hodge & Jace, Pg.296-