Because I’m tiny, blonde, and look good in pigtails?

I’m happy now, Clary. Doesn’t that make a difference?

All that existed was Jace; all she felt, hoped, breathed, wanted, and saw was Jace. Nothing else mattered.

Sometimes when she looks at him that way he finds himself almost blushing; a feeling so strange he almost doesn’t recognize it. Jace Wayland doesn’t blush.

You have something on your neck,” he observed.Alec’s hand flew to his throat. “What?””Looks like a bite mark,” said Jace. “What have you been doing all day, anyway?””Nothing.” Beet red, his hand still clamped to...

That does it,” said Jace. “I’m going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year.””Why?” Isabelle said.”So you can look up ‘fun.’ I’m not sure you know what it means.

Just take the weapon you hold in your hand and drive it through his heart,” Valentine’s voice was soft. “One simple motion. Nothing you haven’t done before.”Jace met his father’s stare with a level gaze....

I love you Clary. More then I ever– God. More than i probably should. You know that, don’t you?

Because you’re lying to me. And you’re lying to yourself.” Jace’s eyes were blazing, and even though his hands were stuffed into his pockets, she could see that they were knotted into fists.

I heard that about you.

Romanian? That’s impressive,” said Jace. “Not many people speak it.””Do you?” Sebastian asked with interest. “Not really,” Jace said with a smile so disarming Simon knew he was lying. “My Romanian is pretty much limited...

Are we ever going to get any coffee?” he said aloud, interrupting Alec midsentence. Alec subsided, his energy fading.

There is no pretending I love you and I will love you until you die. And if there is life after that, I will love you then.

Then you’re aping him. Valentine was one of the most arrogant and disrespectful men I’ve ever met. I suppose he brought you up to be just like him.””Yes,” Jace said, unable to help himself, “I...

Now this,’ said Jace, ‘is a situation.

If I made a joke about just dropping by, would you write me off as cliché?

Of course I can see you. I’m not blind, you know.Oh, but you are. You just don’t know it.

All right. Are you going to come back? Do you want any soup?””No,” said Jace.”Do you think Hodge will want any soup?””No one wants any soup.””I want some soup,” Simon said.”No, you don’t,” said Jace....

Something missing. I felt it, even with Sebastian, but I didn’t know what it was I was missing. But it was you. My parabatai.

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...

My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.

If there were such a thing as terminal literalism, you’d have died in childhood.

One of the Silent Brothers is here to see you. Hodge sent me to wake you up. Actually he offered to wake you himself, but since it’s 5 a.m., I figured you’d be less cranky...

You’re a Shadowhunter,” he said. “You know how to deal with injuries.” He slid his stele across the table toward her. “Use it.””No,” Clary said, and pushed the stele back across the table at him.Jace...

It doesn’t change what we are to each other. It’s like there’s always been a piece of my soul missing, and it’s inside you, Clary.

If you knew how to cook, maybe I would eat,” Jace muttered.Isabelle froze, her spoon poised dangerously. “What did you say?”Jace edged toward the fridge. “I said I’m going to look for a snack to...

There was no Jace Wayland more real than the one he saw in her eyes when she looked at him.

Good idea. If you’re going to take on a lair of vampires by yourself, you’d better pray first.

Investigation?” Isabelle laughed. “Now we’re detectives? Maybe we should all have code names.””Good idea,” said Jace. “I shall be Baron Hotschaft Von Hugenstein.

But sleep didn’t come. She could hear Jace’s soft piano playing through the walls, but that wasn’t what was keeping her awake. She was thinking of Simon, leaving for a house that no longer felt...

I will have you know I practiced that speech. In front of a mirror before you got here.””So what do you think it meant?””I’m not sure,” Jace admitted, “but I know I look damn good...

When you told me the first time that Valentine was your father, I didn’t believe it. Not just because I didn’t want it to be true, but because you weren’t anything like him. I’ve never...

Isabelle took out her invitation and waved it like a white flag. “I have an invitation. These”—she indicated the rest of the group with a grand wave of her arm—”are my friends.”Magnus plucked the invitation...

I think they’ll probably put that on my gravestone. ‘He Was Heterosexual and Had Low Expectations.

Nesretni su samo ljudi bez cilja.Ja imam cilj.

By the Angel,” Jace said, looking the demon up and down. “I knew Greater Demons were meant to be ugly, but no one ever warned me about the smell.”Abbadon opened its mouth and hissed. Inside...

Don’t stop there. I suppose there are also, what, vampires and werewolves and zombies?””Of course there are. Although you mostly find zombies farther south, where the voudun priests are.””What about mummies? Do they only hang...

Actually,” Clary said, “I think he stayed because of me.”Jace’s glaze flicked up to hers with a flash of gold. “Because of you? Hoping for another hot date, was he?”Clary felt herself flush. “No. And...

Jace was kissing her like he thought he might go to hell for doing it, but it would be worth it.

Well I’m not kissing the mundane,” said Jace. “I’d rather stay down here and rot.””Forever?” said Simon. “Forever is an awfully long time.”Jace raised his eyebrows, “I knew it,” he said, “you want to kiss...

Yes.

He is not a Herondale. He is a Lightwood. Jace Lightwood. He’s my son.