Her Throat Ached: Adoration, Heartbreak, In Equal

While The Clave Disapproves Of Trespassers, Oddly They Take An Even Darker View Of Beheading And Skinning People. They're Peculiar That Way.

I Love You, Clary," He Said Without Looking At Her. He Was Staring Out Into The Church, At The Row Of Lighted Candles, Their Fold Reflected In His Eyes. "more Than I Ever--" He Broke Off. "god. More Than I Probably Should. You Know That, Don't You?

I Fell In Love With You," He Said, "because You Were One Of The Bravest People I'd Ever Known. So How Could I Ask You To Stop Being Brave Just Because I Loved You?" He Ran His Hands Through His Hair, Making It Stick Up In Loops And Curls That Clary Ached To Smooth Down. "you Came For Me," He Said. "you Saved Me When Almost Everyone Else Had Given Up, And Even The People Who Hadn't Given Up Didn't Know What To Do. You Think I Don't Know What You Went Through?

I'm Pure At Heart. It Repels The Dirt.

If I Had Not Been A Shadowhunter, I Would Have Had A Future On The Stage. I Have No Doubt I Would Have Been Greeted With Acclaim.