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Don__ carry the weight of the world on you Jace. It__ too heavy for even a Herondale to bear.

You couldn__ make someone love you with a rune, and you couldn__ assuage grief with it either. So much magic, Clary thought, and nothing to mend a broken heart.

And she wept as well for the others lost in the Dark War, and she wept for her mother and the loss she had endured, and she wept for Emma and the Blackthorns, remembering how they had fought back tears when she had told them that she had seen Mark in the tunnels of Faerie, and how he belonged to the Hunt now, and she wept for Simon and the hole in her heart where he had been, and the she would miss him every day until she died, and she wept for herself and the changes that had been wrought in her, because sometimes even change for the better felt like a little death.

He remembered Tessa weeping in his arms in Paris, and thinking that he had never known the loss she felt, because he had never loved like she had, and that he was afraid that someday he would, and like Tessa he would lose his mortal love. And that it was better to be the one who died than the one who lived on. He had dismissed that, later, as a morbid fantasy, and had not remembered it again until Alec.

You shouldn't do that. Not to your child. You should-carry your own burdens.

And Nephilim__e tend to love very overwhelmingly. To fall in love only once, to die of grief over love__y old tutor used to say that the hearts of the Nephilim were like hearts of angels: They felt every human pain, and never healed.

Clary," he said. "You're Clary. You're my best friend.

You are a great deal of trouble, Jace herondale. __o I__e been told_ jace said

And that - he pointed ahead - is the road to Hell. That's where we're going. I have always heard it was paved with good intentions, said Simon

Raphael's hand tightened on the hilt of the knife. His knuckles were white. He spoke to Magnus. "I have no soul," he said. "But I made you a promise on my mother's doorstep, and she was sacred to me.""Santiago- " Sebastian began."I was a child then. I am not now." The knife fell to the floor. Raphael turned and looked at Sebastian, his wide dark eyes very clear. "I cannot," he said. "I will not. I owe him a debt from many years ago.

Isabelle!" he called again. "Let down your raven hair!'"Oh my God," Clary muttered. "There was something in that blood Raphael gave you, wasn't there? I'm going to kill him.