Not Your Parabatai Any Longer.

Alec Watched Them Through The Half-open Door, Jace Leaned Against The Sink As His Adoptive Sister Sponged His Wrists And Wrapped Them In A White Gauze. “okay, Now Take Off Your Shirt.” (isabelle) “i Knew There Was Something In This For You.” (jace) ~pg. 329~

Most Shadowhunters Get Their First Marks At Twelve. It Must Have Been In Your Blood.” “maybe. Although I Doubt Most Shadowhunters Get A Tattoo Of Donatello From The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles On Their Left Shoulder.” Jace Looked Baffled. “you Wanted A Turtle On Your Shoulder?” -jace & Clary, Pg. 314-

There's Always The Dinner Rolls," Said Will, Pointing To A Covered Basket. "though I Warn You, They're As Hard As Stones. You Could Use Them To Kill Black Beetles, If Any Beetles Bother You In The Middle Of The Night.

She Turned Back To Jace. "do You Have To Be So-," She Began, But Stopped When She Saw His Face. It Looked Stripped Down, Oddly Vulnerable. "unpleasant?" He Finishes For Her. "only At Days When My Adoptive Mother Tosses Me Out Of The House With Instructions Never To Darken Her Door Again. Usually I'm Remarkably Good-natured. Try Me On Any Day That Doesn't End In Y.

It Didn’t Matter, Anyway. There Was Only One Thing She Could Ask For, In The End, Only One Real Choice. She Raised Her Eyes To The Angel’s. "jace," She Said.