Keep up,' said an irritable voice in her ear. It was Jace, who had dropped back to walk beside her. 'I don't want to have to keep looking behind me to make sure nothing's happened to you.'So don't bother.'Last time I left you alone, a demon attacked you,' he pointed out. 'Well, I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.'He blinked. 'There is a fine line between sarcasm and outright hostility, and you seem to have crossed it.

Isabelle,' she said, lightening her tone with an obvious effort, 'your loyalty to your friend is understandable --'He's not my friend.' Isabelle looked over at Jace, who was staring at her in a sort of daze. 'He's my brother.

Simon snorted. 'If you ever meet the man who could take advantage of Isabelle, you'll have to let me know. I'd like to shake his hand. Or run away from him very fast, I'm not sure which.

And she wept as well for the others lost in the Dark War, and she wept for her mother and the loss she had endured, and she wept for Emma and the Blackthorns, remembering how they had fought back tears when she had told them that she had seen Mark in the tunnels of Faerie, and how he belonged to the Hunt now, and she wept for Simon and the hole in her heart where he had been, and the she would miss him every day until she died, and she wept for herself and the changes that had been wrought in her, because sometimes even change for the better felt like a little death.

Isabelle!' he called again. 'Let down your raven hair!''Oh my God,' Clary muttered. 'There was something in that blood Raphael gave you, wasn't there? I'm going to kill him.

Church was doing what he often did when dropped - lying on his back with all four legs in the air, pretending to be dead in order to induce guilt in his owners.

So it's true what they say about warlocks,.

You shouldn't do that. Not to your child. You should-carry your own burdens.

To love is to destroy, and to be the one loved is to be destroyed.

As Luke knelt down beside his corpse, Clary couldn’t help but remember what he had said about having loved Valentine once, about having been his closest friend. Luke, she thought with a pang. Surely he couldn’t be sad — or even grieved?But then again, perhaps everyone should have someone to grieve for them, and there was no one else to grieve for Valentine.