A Patient, Methodical Sort Of Madman. The

I Don't Care," Clary Said. "he'd Do It For Me. Tell Me He Wouldn't. If I Were Missing-" "he'd Burn The Whole World Down Till He Could Dig You Out Of The Ashes. I Know," Alec Said.

Part Of Clary Wanted To Lean Sideways And Put Her Head On Her Mother’s Shoulder. She Could Even Close Her Eyes, Pretend Everything Was All Right. The Other Part Of Her Knew That It Wouldn’t Make A Difference; She Couldn’t Keep Her Eyes Closed Forever.

Eternity Is A Long Time To Spend Alone, Without Others Of Your Kind.

Something In Him Was Broken, And Through That Break Spilled A Blind Cruelty, A Need To Hurt And To Push Away

No. I Wanted To Tell You That I Was Proud Of You." Clary Slewed Around To Look At Her Mother. "you Were?" Jocelyn Nodded. "of Course I Was. The Way You Stood Up In Front Of The Clave Like That. The Way You Showed Them What You Could Do. You Made Them Look At You And See The Person They Loved Most In The World, Didn't You?" "yeah," Clary Said. "how Did You Know?" "because I Heard Them All Calling Out Different Names," Jocelyn Said Softly. "but I Still Saw You.