City of Bones (The Mortal Instruments, #1)

by Cassandra Clare

Shadowhunters have a saying: All the stories are true.

“He’s not a liar at all. Not about important things. He’ll tell you horrible truths, but he won’t lie.”

If there was one thing she was learning from all this, it was how easy it was to lose everything you had always thought you’d have forever.

‘Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of Our Enemies Since 1234.’ ” “Jace—” It means, said Jeremiah, The descent into Hell is easy.

“If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked.”

“Because,” he said, so bitterly that it shocked her, “I’ve been in love with you for ten years, so I thought it seemed like time to find out whether you felt the same about me. Which, I guess, you don’t.”

“It’s been so long,” he said simply, “that I think I was unsettled by the idea of feeling like I belonged anywhere. But you made me feel like I belong.”