Cassandra Clare

Heroes endure because we need them. Not for their own sakes.

Heroes save worlds," Clary said. "They don't destroy them.

I screwed her over. I didn't want to see her screwed over by someone else.

Every student, Shadowhunter and mundane alike, knew the name Herondale. It was Jace__ last name. It was the name of heroes.

Magnus rolled onto his back and put his feet up on the arm of the sofa. __hat do you care if Alec__ miserable?_ __hat do I care?_ Jace said, so loudly that Chairman Meow rolled off the couch and landed on the floor. __f course I care about Alec; he__ my best friend, my parabatai. And he__ unhappy. And so are you, by the look of things. Takeout containers everywhere, you haven__ done anything to fix up the place, your cat looks dead__ __e__ not dead.

But all these were things he could not want, because they were things he could not have, and wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness.

Jem grinned. __here have you been? The Blue Dragon? The Mermaid?_ __he Devil Tavern if you must know._ Will sighed and leaned against one of the posts of the bed. __ had such plans for the evening. The pursuit of blind drunkenness and wayward women was my goal. But alas, it was not to be. No sooner had I consumed my third drink in the Devil than I was accosted by a delightful small flower-selling child who asked me for two-pence for a daisy. The price seemed steep, so I refused. When I told the girl as much, she proceeded to rob me._ __ little girl robbed you?_ Tessa said. __ctually, she wasn__ a little girl at all, as it turns out, but a midget in a dress who goes by the name of Six-Fingered Nigel._ __asy mistake to make,_ Jem said.

You think that's the solution to everything, don't you, Bane? Drinking and dancing and making love... but I tell you this, something is coming, and we'd be fools to ignore it.""When have I ever claimed not to be a fool?

I thought you were dead." Magnus smiled crookedly. "What, from that scratch?" He glanced down at the reddening jacket in Alec's hand. "Okay, a deep scratch. Like, from a really, really big cat.

That was the last cruel irony of Tobias__ life: that he doomed the woman he would have died to save.

Even more blood welled up and spilled down his arm, splattering onto the ground.__amille__ carpet,_ Magnus protested.__t__ blood,_ said Will. __he ought to be thrilled.

she glanced down and saw that a glove of blood covered her lower arm from the elbow to the wrist. The arm was throbbing, stiff, and painful. "Is this when you start tearing strips off your T-shirt to bind up my wound?" she joked. She hated the sight of blood, especially her own. "If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked." He dug into his pocket and brought out his stele. "It would have been a lot less painful.

Keeping demons from this world is your mandate, a mandate from heaven. And a mandate from heaven isn't something you can just ignore.

Not giving him booze, are you? He's a little young for it.

Do you want to hear it or not? You have to keep it a secret._ I would pluck out my own eyes with a fork before I would give away your secrets, _ Simon said, then looked anxious. _ Wait a second. Do you think that__ likely to be required?

I think everyone is strong and weak in different ways.

...khalepa ta kala...It means that that which is worth having--the good, fine, honorable, and noble things--are difficult to attain...It means something else as well...It means 'beauty is harsh'.

It was as hard to comprehend that your life would never end as it was to comprehend that it would.