His Beauty Did Not Blaze Like Will's

You Have A Power Of Incalculable Value. You Need Ask Nothing Of Anyone. You Need Depend On No One. You Are Free, And That Freedom Is A Gift.

Now Very Much Against Her Will, She Thought Of The Way Jace Had Looked At Her Then, The Blaze Of Faith In His Eyes, His Belief In Her. He Had Always Thought She Was Strong. He Had Showed It In Everything He Did, In Every Look And Every Touch. Simon Had Faith In Her Too, Yet When He'd Held Her, It Had Been As If She Were Something Fragile, Something Made Of Delicate Glass. But Jace Had Held Her With All The Strength He Had, Never Wondering If She Could Take It--he'd Known She Was As Strong Has He Was.

So, Technically," Simon Said, "even Though Jace Isn't Actually Related To You, You Have Kissed Your Brother.

The Young Man Who Appeared At The Mouth Of The Alley Was Pale In The Lamplight—paler Even Than He Usually Was, Which Was Quite Pale Indeed.

No Fewer Than Four Of My Esteemed Elders Told Me I Was On No Account To Ever Converse With You, So I Vowed That I Would Know You. My Name Is Edmund Herondale. May I Ask Your Name? They Reffered To You Only As 'that Disgraceful One-warlock Show.