Without Conflict There Is No Plot, Without

Jace Reached Up To Unzip His Jacket. Simon-i Dont Care How Hungry I Am, I Am Not Going To Drink Your Blood Again. Jace-like I Would Let You.

Everyone Has Choices To Make; No One Has The Right To Take Those Choices Away From Us. Not Even Out Of Love.

You're Not Gay, Are You?" Simon's Greenish Color Deepened. "if I Were, I Would Dress Better.

In All Gabriel’s Life He Could Not Remember His Brother Giving Even The Prettiest Of Shadowhunter Girls A Second Glance. Yet He Looked At This Scarred Mundane Servant As If She Were The Sun Rising. It Was Inexplicable, But It Was Also Undeniable. He Could See The Horror On His Brother’s Face As Sophie’s Good Opinion Of Him Shattered Before His Eyes.

I'm All Right,' Jace Protested, But His Hand Gripped Alec's Sleeve Tightly. 'i Can Stand.' It Looks To Me Like You're Using A Wall To Prop You Up. That's Not My Definition Of "standing."' It's Leaning,' Jace Told Him. 'leaning Comes Right Before Standing.