My Blood In His Veins." ~jace

As Magnus Turned To Walk Away From The Church, He Heard The Sound Of Violin Music Carried To Him On The Cloudy London Air, And Remembered Another Night, A Night Of Ghosts And Snow And Christmas Music, And Will Standing On The Steps Of The Institute, Watching Magnus As He Went.

I'm Tired Of Watching You Be In Love With Someone Else Someone Who Will Never Love You Back, Not The Way I Do.

I Am Not Going To Live, And I Can Choose To Be As Much For Her As I Can Be, To Burn As Brightly For Her As I Wish, And For A Shorter Time, Than To Burden Her With Someone Only Half-alive For A Longer Time. I Is My Choice, William, And You Cannot Make It For Me.

Alec Would Have Said He Could Have Benefited From A Bit More In The Way Of Constructive Cowardice.

She'd Always Had Such Contempt For Mundanes, The Way All Shadowhunters Did--she'd Believed That They Were Soft, Stupid, Sheeplike In Their Complacency. Now She Wondered If All That Hatred Didn't Just Stem From The Fact That She Was Jealous. It Must Be Nice Not Worrying That Every Time One Of Your Family Members Walked Out The Door, They'd Never Come Back.