The Light That Burned Twice As Bright

Something Snapped Inside Maryse. “he Is Not A Herondale. He Is A Lightwood. Jace Lightwood. He’s My Son.

There Are Memories That Time Can't Erase, Clarissa. Ask Your Friend, Magnus Bane, If You Don't Believe Me. Forever Does Not Make Loss Forgettable. Only Bearable.

If You Really Love Something, You Never Try To Keep It The Way It Is Forever. You Have To Let It Be Free To Change.

If You Lay One Hand On Simon, Vampire, I'll Have You Chopped Up Into Tiny Pieces And Fed To My Cat. Understand?

I Know What You Said! My Mother Would Never Have Belonged To Something Like That. Some Kind Of-some Kind Of Hate Group." "it Wasn't-," Jace Began, But Hodge Cut Him Off. "i Doubt," He Said Slowly, As If The Words Pained Him, "that She Had Much Choice." Clary Stared. "what Are You Talking About? Why Wouldn't She Have Had A Choice?" "because," Said Hodge, "she Was Valentine's Wife.