And I Remind You Of

When You Love Someone, You Don't Have A Choice. Love Takes Your Choices Away. - Clary Fray

How Can You Not Understand?" He Pointed At Her Books. "you Read Novels. Obviously, I'm Here To Rescue You. Don't I Look Like Sir Galahad?" He Raised His Arms Dramatically. "my Strength Is As The Strength Of Ten, Because My Heart Is Pure---

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. What's Up?

She Threw The Door Open. The Room Seemed To Be A Sort Of Library, The Walls Lined With Books. It Was Brightly Lit, Light Streaming Through A Tall Picture Window. In The Middle Of The Room Stood Jace. He Wasn't Alone, Though-not By A Long Shot. There Was A Dark-haired Girl With Him, A Girl Clary Had Never Seen Before, And The Two Of Them Were Locked Together In A Passionate Embrace

The Young Man Who Appeared At The Mouth Of The Alley Was Pale In The Lamplight—paler Even Than He Usually Was, Which Was Quite Pale Indeed.