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“I know Alec and Isabelle,” said Clary. The thought of Valentine came, unwelcome; she pushed it away. “Family is more than blood. Valentine isn’t my father. Luke is. Just like Alec and Max and Isabelle are Jace’s family. If you try to tear him out of your family, you’ll leave a wound that won’t ever heal.”
The poor parent birds work themselves to death trying to find enough food to feed the enormous cuckoo child who has murdered their babies and taken their places.” “Enormous?” said Jace. “Did you just call me fat?”
“Yes,” Jace said, unable to help himself, “I was trained to be an evil mastermind from a young age. Pulling the wings off flies, poisoning the earth’s water supply—I was covering that stuff in kindergarten. I guess we’re all just lucky my father faked his own death before he got to the raping and pillaging part of my education, or no one would be safe.”
“Somebody’s girlfriend,” she said. “Somebody’s sister, somebody’s daughter. All these things I never knew I was before, and I still don’t really know what I am.”
Fear wasn’t something that had ever affected him much. He thought of Maryse saying, You were never afraid of the dark.
Of course, she’d kissed Jace, on the night of her birthday, and that hadn’t been safe and comfortable and pleasant at all. It had been like opening up a vein of something unknown inside her body, something hotter and sweeter and bitterer than blood. Don’t think about Jace, she told herself fiercely, but looking at herself in the mirror, she saw her eyes darken and knew her body remembered even if her mind didn’t want to.
Sometimes you don’t have to search out danger, sometimes danger finds you.”
“Oooh, that was fun.” “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.”
“Faeries have no sense of humor.” “Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” said Jace. “There’s a pixie nightclub downtown called Hot Wings. Not,” he added, “that I have ever been there.”
He didn’t even really look like Valentine.
growing up happens when you start having things you look back on and wish you could change.
“Clary, I’m telling you he made his own decisions. What you’re blaming yourself for is being what you are. And that’s no one’s fault and nothing you can change. You told him the truth and he made up his own mind what he wanted to do about that. Everyone has choices to make; no one has the right to take those choices away from us. Not even out of love.”
YES I LOVE LUKE
again, tires roaring against gravel, drowning her words. It lurched forward into the shallow water
“If you really love something, you never try to keep it the way it is forever. You have to let it be free to change.”
“Besides, don’t you hate it? Not ever saying how you really feel?”
But if you can’t tell the truth to the people you care about the most, eventually you stop being able to tell the truth to yourself.”
“Every time you almost die, I almost die myself.”
