The Right Man Won't Care

For A Moment Clary Thought She Might Fall; She Felt As If Something Essential Had Been Torn Away From Her, An Arm Or A Leg, And She Stared At Jace In Blank Astonishment-- What Did He Feel, Did He Feel Nothing? She Didn't Think She Could Bear It If He Felt Nothing.

Sometimes One Must Choose Whether To Be Kind Or Honorable," He Said. "sometimes One Cannot Be Both.

I Hope You Told Him You Were Bitten By A Gay Spider.

Was It Weird Hearing From Jace?" Asked Simon, His Voice Carefully Neutral. "i Mean, Since You Found Out..." His Voice Trailed Off. Yes?"said Clary, Her Voice Sharply Edged. "since I Found Out What? That He's A Killer Transvestite Who Molests Cats?" No Wonder That Cat Of His Hates Everyone." Oh, Shut Up, Simon," Clary Said Crossly.

Will Closed His Eyes. He Could Not Hear Jem Go, Not Anymore; He Did Not Want To Know The Moment When He Left And Will Was Alone, Did Now Want To Know When His First Day As A Shawdowhunter Without A Parabatai Truly Began. And If The Place Over His Heart, Where His Parabatai Rune Had Been, Flared Up With A Sudden Burning Pain As The Door Closed Behind Jem, Will Told Himself It Was Only A Stray Ember From The Fire.