That Though He Is Weak,

His Eyes Softened. "but 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. I Know I Told You Once That Whether God Exists Or Not, We're On Our Own. But When I'm With You, I'm Not.

Being Sixteen Forever Sounded Good Until You Really Thought About It. Then It Didn't Seem Like Such A Great Prospect.

Clary Closed Her Eyes. Remembering The Way Jace Had Looked At Her The Night She'd Freed Ithuriel, She Couldn't Help But Imagine The Way He'd Look At Her Now If He Saw Her Trying To Lie Down To Die On The Sand Beside Him. He Wouldn't Be Touched, Wouldn't Think It Was A Beautiful Gesture. He'd Be Angry At Her For Giving Up. He'd Be So--disappointed.

He Lifted The Violin To His Shoulder Then, And Raised The Bow. And He Played.

There Is A Coldness To The Clave, It Is True. We Are Dust And Shadows. But You Are Like The Heroes Of Ancient Times, Like Achilles And Jason.” “achilles Was Murdered With A Poisoned Arrow, And Jason Died Alone, Killed By His Own Rotting Ship. Such Is The Fate Of Heroes; The Angel Knows Why Anyone Would Want To Be One.