For Five Years It Had

There Was Something About Jace, Though, That Made Her Want To Push Him, Crack That Shell Of Cynicism And Make Him Admit Her Believed Something, Felt Something, Cared About Anythinng At All.

There Was No Jace Wayland More Real Than The One He Saw In Her Eyes When She Looked At Him.

Jace Perched On The Windowsill And Looked Down At Him. "you Really Don't Get This Bodyguard Thing, Do You?" "i Didn't Even Think You Liked Me All That Much," Said Simon. "is This One Of Those Keep-your-friends-close-and-your-enemies-closer Things?" "i Thought It Was Keep Your Friends Close So You Have Someone To Drive The Car When You Sneak Over To Your Enemy's House A Night And Throw Up In His Mailbox." "i'm Pretty Sure That's Not It

Only Jace, Clary Thought, Could Look Cool In Pajama Bottoms And An Old T-shirt, But He Pulled It Off, Probably Through Sheer Force Of Will. -pg. 329-

They Say Time Heals All Wounds, But That Presumes The Source Of The Grief Is Finite