Love Isnt Mortal Or Immortal. It Just

Of Course He Loves Me. I’m His Sister.” “blood Isn’t Love,” Said Magnus, And His Voice Was Bitter.

Not Your Parabatai Any Longer.

She Turned To Look At Sebastian, Lying On The Bed. He Was Shirtless, And Even In The Dim Light The Old Whip Weals Across His Back Were Visible. She Had Always Been Fascinated By Shadowhunters But Had Never Thought She Would Find One Whose Personality She Could Stand For More Than Five Minutes, Until Sebastian.

I Always Thought Love Made You Stupid. Made You Weak. A Bad Shadowhunter. 'to Love Is To Destroy.'i Believed That[...]i Used To Think Being A Good Warrior Meant Not Caring,[...] And Then I Met You. You Were A Mundane. Weak. Not A Fighter. Never Trained[...] Love Didn't Make You Weak, It Made You Stronger Than Anyone I'd Ever Met. And I Realized I Was The One Who Was Weak.

I Don't Care What You Think. You're Not My Brother," Clary Said. "you're A Murderer." "i Really Don't See How Those Things Cancel Each Other Out," Said Sebastian.