Rhea

“There are things our souls want, and mine wants you.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“Simon was looking at Jace as if he were both fascinating and also a little alarming. 'Did I--did we ever--did I bite you?'
Jace touched the scar on his throat. 'I can't believe you remember that.'
'Did we...roll around on the bottom of a boat?'
'Yes you bit me, yes, I kind of liked it, yes, let's not talk about it again,' said Jace. 'You're not a vampire anymore. Focus.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“Do you understand the plan?”
They all stared for a few silent moments. Then Simon pointed. “What’s that wobbly thing?” he said. “Is it a tree?”
“Those are the gates,” Jace said.
“Ohh,” said Isabelle, pleased. “So what are the swirly bits? Is there a moat?
“Those are trajectory lines - Honestly, am I the only person who’s ever seen a strategy map?”, Jace demanded, throwing his stele down and raking his hand through his blond hair. “Do you understand anything I just said.”
“No,” Clary said. “Your strategy is probably awesome, but your drawing skills are terrible; all the Endarkened look like trees, and the fortress looks like a frog.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“Herondales." Zachariah's voice was a breath, half laughter, half pain. "I had almost forgotten. No other family does so much for love, or feels so much guilt for it. Don't carry the weight of the world on you, Jace. It's too heavy for even a Herondale to bear.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire