I Am, In The End, What You

No. I Wanted To Tell You That I Was Proud Of You." Clary Slewed Around To Look At Her Mother. "you Were?" Jocelyn Nodded. "of Course I Was. The Way You Stood Up In Front Of The Clave Like That. The Way You Showed Them What You Could Do. You Made Them Look At You And See The Person They Loved Most In The World, Didn't You?" "yeah," Clary Said. "how Did You Know?" "because I Heard Them All Calling Out Different Names," Jocelyn Said Softly. "but I Still Saw You.

It Sucked To Be Old Enough To Want To Know What Was Going On, But So Young You Were Always Dismissed.

Mundane Humans Create Distinctions Between Themselves, Distinctions That Seem Ridiculous To Any Shadowhunter. Their Distinctions Are Based On Race, Religion, National Identity, Any Of A Dozen Minor And Irrelevant Markers. ~ Valentine

I Curse You," It Said. "all Who Love You Will Die. Their Love Will Be Their Destruction. It May Take Moments, It May Take Years, But Any Who Look Upon You With Love Will Die Of It, Unless You Remove Yourself From Them Forever. And I Shall Begin It With Her." It Snarled In Ella’s Direction, And Vanished.

This Was Jace Being Brave. Simon Thought, Brave And Snarky Because He Thought Lilith Was Going To Kill Him, And That Was The Way He Wanted To Go, Unafraid And On His Feet. Like A Warrior. The Way Shadowhunters Did. His Death Song Would Always Be This-jokes And Snideness And Pretend Arrogance, And That Look In His Eyes That Said 'i'm Better Than You'. Simon Just Hadn't Realized It Before.