I May Be A Killer," Jace Said,

Tessa Touched His Wrist Lightly With Her Hand. "be Brave," She Said. "it's Not A Duck, Is It?

I Love You, Clary," He Said Without Looking At Her. He Was Staring Out Into The Church, At The Row Of Lighted Candles, Their Fold Reflected In His Eyes. "more Than I Ever--" He Broke Off. "god. More Than I Probably Should. You Know That, Don't You?

Yes, She Doesn't Really Look Like Either Of Us, Does She? Perhaps She's A Girl Who's Fallen Madly In Love With Me And Persists In Following Me Wherever I Go." "my Talent Is Shape-shifting, Will, Not Acting," Said Tessa, And At That Jem Laughed Out Loud.

They Say Time Heals All Wounds, But That Presumes The Source Of The Grief Is Finite

There Is That. I Might Have Better Luck Telling Him I’m In Love With Him. Jace Thinks Everyone’s In Love With Him Anyway.” “but I,” Said Clary, “actually Am.