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It doesn't matter what you wanted!" Clary shouted. "It is who I am! You took all that away from me and it didn't belong to you!
Simon kept pace beside Clary for a few moments without speaking before he said, "So what did I miss? Naked dancing ladies?"
Clary thought of the male faerie's torn-open ribs and shuddered. "Nothing that pleasant.
His eyes softened. But it doesn't change what we are to each other. It's like there's always been a piece of my soul missing, and it's inside you, Clary. I know I told you once that whether God exists or not, we're on our own. But when I'm with you, I'm not.
That was a miracle. It was something only you could do." "That's what I'm afraid of," Clary whispered. "What?" "That I don't have any more miracles in me,
Only Jace, Clary thought, could look cool in pajama bottoms and an old T-shirt, but he pulled it off, probably through sheer force of will.
-pg. 329-
Clary," Jace said again. "You know: short, redheaded, bad temper.
Jace: Herondale, on the other hand, is melodic. Dulcet, one might say. Think of the sound of 'Clary Herondale.'
Clary: Oh, my god, that sounds horrible.
Jace: We all must sacrifice for love.
Clary?" he thought.
Her voice came through, tinged with alarm. "What is it? What's happened? Did my mom find out I'm gone?"
"Not yet," he thought back. "Is Azazel the cat from the Smurfs?"
There was a long pause. "That's Azrael, Simon. And no more using the magic rings for Smurfs question.
Jace was looking at her incredulously. "Let me get this straight," he said. "You came here to apologize to me?" She was taken aback. "Of course I did." "Clary," he said. "You saved my life." "I stabbed you. With a massive sword. You caught on fire.
No. That's Clary; shes's my best friend." Simon pocketed his phone. "And she has a boyfriend. Like, really, really, really has a boyfriend. The nuclear bomb of boyfriends. Trust me on this one.
What's this?" he demanded, looking from Clary to his companions, as if they might know what she was doing there.
"It's a girl," Jace said,recovering his composure. "Surely you've seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one.
I don't care what you think. You're not my brother," Clary said. "You're a murderer."
"I really don't see how those things cancel each other out," said Sebastian.
They're crazy, Clary thought. Actually crazy.
He saved your life," Clary pointed out.
"Details," said Simon dismissively.
Is this the part where you say if I hurt her, you'll kill me?"
"No" Simon said, "If you hurt Clary she's quite capable of killing you herself. Possibly with a variety of weapons.
Clary looked at Jace closely, trying to read his face. It was like a book written in a foreign language that she'd studies all too briefly.
Clary's eyes widened. She wondered if she was about to be broken up with. If so, she would have a thing or two to say to Jace about his timing, after she drowned him in the lake.
He strode to the wall and tore aside one of the velvet hangings. "You want to tell me what this is?" he demanded.
"It's a door, Jace," said Clary.
Julian of Norwich,
Clary saw him take Mark's hand; he pressed his witchlight into the boy's palm, where it flickered, and then resumed its steady glow. 'Take this with you,' said Jace, 'for it can be dark in the land under the hill, and the years very long.
Can I help you with something?"
Clary turned instant traitor against her gender. "Those girls on the other side of the car are staring at you."
Jace assumed an air of mellow gratification. "Of course they are," he said, "I am stunningly attractive.
Clary smiled at him with a warmth she didn't feel.
"Sebastian says I can come with you."
Jace raised his eyebrows.
"Matching haircuts for everyone?"
"I hope not," said Sebastian. "I look terrible with curls.
Somehow he managed to look cool despite the heat. It made Clary want to smack him.
He remembered Simon warning him, with wryness, that Clary had the nuclear bomb of boyfriends.
And I don't see how Sebastian can be all that fond of Jace, either. He was horribly jealous of him all his life. He thought Jace was Valentine's favorite," added Clary.
"Not to mention," Magnus noted, "that Jace killed him. That would put anyone off.
I suppose you've always been amazing at this stuff."- Clary
"I was born amazing." - Jace
Is there some particular reason that you're here?" ...
"Not this again."
"Not what again?" said Clary.
"Every time I annoy him, he retreats into his No Mundanes Allowed tree house." Simon pointed at Jace.
Oh, for goodness' sake," yawned Isabelle, "Is he really waking us up at this ungodly hour just to prove his love to you or something? Couldn't he have called? mundane men are such twits."
(Thinking its Simon when the "doorbell" of institute rings)
-Isabelle to Clary, pg.188-
Your boyfriend's crazy," he said to Clary.
"Yeah, but he's hot," said Clary. "So there's that.
There was a numbness in Clary's hands, a hard pressure in her chest. It was lovely, she could see that: the city rising up beside her like a towering forest of silver and glass, the dull gray shimmer of the East River, slicing between Manhattan and the boroughs like a scar.
I don't see how Clary is something we have in common,' Simon said, although he did. Nevertheless, this wasn't a conversation he particularly wanted to have with Jace now, or, in fact, ever. Wasn't there some sort of manly code that precluded discussions like this
discussions about feelings?
Gabriel, Michael, Raphael.
We are Morgensterns," he added, a dark ache in his voice. " The bright stars of morning. The children of Lucifer, the most beautiful of all God's angels. We are so much lovelier when we fall." He paused. "Look at me , Clary. Look at me.
Forever does not make loss forgettable, only bearable, Brother Zachariah to Clary Fray
What are you doing here anyway?" "'Here' as in your bedroom or 'here' as in the great spiritual question of our purpose here on this planet?" -Clary & Jace, pg.306-
Clary," Jocelyn said. "I want you to meet Tessa Gray.
He leaned against the door frame, ignoring the kick of adrenaline the sight of her produced. He wondered why, not for the first time. Isabelle used her beauty like she used her whip, but Clary didn't know she was beautiful at all. Maybe that was why.
I think I like 'mundane' better than 'bloodsucker,'" Simon muttered.
"With Jace, you don't really get to choose your insulting nickname."
-Simon and Clary, pg.234-
When Jace opened the greenhouse door, the scent hit Clary, soft as the padded blow of a cat's paw ...
The missing stairs baffled Clary. What did vampires have against stairs?
-Clary, pg.266-
Suddenly reminded, she clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh- Simon!"
"No, I'm Jace," he said patiently. "Simon is the weaselly little one with the bad haircut and dismal fashion sense.
Yes," Jace said, "I regret having disobeyed you."
No! Clary thought, but her heart sank. Was he giving up, did he think it was the only way to save her and Simon?
Valentine's face softened. "Jonathan-"
"Especially," Jace said, "since I plan to do it again. Right now.
Words were weapons, his father had taught him that, and he'd wanted to hurt Clary more than he'd ever wanted to hurt any girl. In fact, he wasn't sure he had ever wanted to hurt a girl before. Usually he just wanted them, and then he wanted them to leave him alone.
Clary remembered how it had felt to be lifted up by those hands, his arms holding her up and the stars hurtling down around her head like a rain of silver tinsel.
Jocelyn and Clary Fray," said Magnus. "It's nice to meet you.
He raised an eyebrow, which made Clary instantly jealous. She'd always wanted to be able to do that.
...
Magnus raised an eyebrow. Damn, Clary thought, another one.
It doesn't change what we are to each other. It's like there's always been a piece of my soul missing, and it's inside you, Clary.
I was Marked by a very cute boy with terrible impulse control. I don't remember because I was basically unconscious but everyone was mad at him when I woke up. The end, love Clary.
Simon-"From now on I will only adress people by nodding at them." Clary-"That's stupid why would you do that?" Simon-"Because it says that 'I am a badass, and I recognive that you too, are a badass
Magnus raised his head and looked up and over at Alec; it was a look that made Clary flush and glance away. There was so much love in it, mixed with exasperation and pride and despair. It was an unguarded look, and it felt wrong to see it.
How'd you get Magnus to let Jace leave?"
"Traded him for Alec," Clary said.
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Everything we need to know is locked up in your head, under those pretty red curls."
Clary reached up to touch her hair protectively. "I dont think-"
"So what are you going to do?" Simon asked sharply. "Cut her head open to get at it?
A ring? He reached to twist it, and Clary remembered Hodge in the library at the Institute, taking the ring from Jace's hand ...
Were you hugging Clary?" He looked at Sebastian in amazement.
Sebastian shrugged. "She's my sister. I'm pleased to see her."
"You don't hug people," Jace said.
"I ran out of time to bake a casserole.
I can't untie myself from you, Clary - not my heart or my blood or my mind or any other part of me.
Simon gave Clary a look that was supposed to mean: This is weird. She responded with a very clear look of response that said: Superweird.
You know Jace Lightwood?" said Emma.
"I
What?"
"He's famous," Emma said with obvious amazement. He's the best Shadowhunter. The best.
It's so dark," she said lamely.
"You want me to hold your hand?"
Clary put both her hands behind her back like a small child.
"Don't talk down to me."
"Well, I could hardly talk up to you. You're too short.
Magnus, we're going down to the lake," he said. "Do you want to come?"
"Why?" Magnus inquired.
Alec shrugged, "Clary says it's pretty," he said. "I mean, I've seen it before, but there was a huge angel rising out of it, and that was distracting.
Jesus," said Clary. "I doubt he'd fit." "Jace." Clary was appalled. "What?" "I don't know, it seems wrong to make jokes like that in a church.
Jace slammed his hand down on the stele. "Clary-"
"She said she doesn't want it," said Simon. "Ha-ha."
"Ha-ha?" Jace looked incredulous. "That's your comeback?
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.
Magnus held up a warning finger. "Don't overstep yourself, biscuit," he said, and moved past them, disappearing into the crowd around the portal.
"Biscuit?" said Simon.
"Believe it or not, he's called me that before," Clary said.
To be beautiful you had to be willowy and tall. When you were as short as Clary was, just over five feet, you were cute. Not pretty or beautiful, but cute.
There was a long silence. Magnus broke it. "I have to hand it to you," he said. "I never thought Jace and Clary would be topped by anyone else in terms of insane, self-destructive decisions, but you all are giving them a run for their money.
Heroes save worlds," Clary said. "They don't destroy them.
Yes?" said Clary, her voiced sharply edged. "Since I found out what? That he's a killer transvestite who molests cats?"
"No wonder that cat of his hates everyone.
I don't want tea," said Clary, with muffled force. "I want to find my mother. And then I want to find out who took her in the first place, and I want to kill them."
"Unfortunately," said Hodge, "we're all out of bitter revenge at the moment, so it's either tea or nothing.
Trouthe is the hyest thyng that man may kepe.
Luke indicated Simon and Clary with a wave of his hand. 'I brought some people to see you.'
Jace's eyes moved to them. They were as blanked as if the had been painted. 'Unfortunately, ' he said, 'I only had the one pencil.
Do you think she'll catch him before he gets to the hall?"
"My mom's spent her whole life chasing me around," Clary said. "She moves fast.
Why do you do these things to yourself? Not just what you did to the window, but the way you talked to Clary. What are you punishing yourself for? You can't help how you feel.
How exhausting, Clary thought, to fight all your life and then be expected to continue that fight even when your life was over.
Jace looked as if she had slapped him. "Why are you determined not to believe us?"
"Because she loves you," said Valentine.
Clary felt the blood drain out of her face.
I'm not going to do that."
"of course you're not." Jace said. "because you live to torture me, don't you?"
"Not everything, Jace, is about you." Clary said furiously.
"Possibly," Jace said "But you have to admit that the majority of the things are.
So you're going in?" Jace looked at the water and cringed. "Even I'd think twice about that. And I'm amazing."
"Why do you have to get involved in everything?" Simon asked.
"I go where Clary goes.
Do you ever feel like screaming?' Clary asked him [Jace].
'Some of the time.
He glanced furtively up and down the hallway. "Hodge too. Everyone wants to talk to me. Except you, I bet you don't want to talk to me," said Jace.
"No," said Clary. "I want to eat. I'm starving.
He is a Shadowhunter," said Jocelyn. "His loyalty will be to Clave and Covenant."
"He's my friend," said Magnus coldly. "His loyalty is to me.
Clary- "How to Come Out to Your Parents," she read out loud. "LUKE. Don't be ridiculous. Simon's not gay, he's a vampire.
Well, not in this case. He reached into the Inquisitor and he twisted ... " Clary shuddered. "There was a lot of blood."
"Like a special bonus for you," Jace said to Simon.
Simon ignored this.
Baby?" She perched beside him in the chair. "You're kidding me right?" "I was trying it out, no?" "no," she said firmly Simon & Clary
Not everything Jace did was insane and suicidal, she reminded herself. It just seemed that way.
-Clary, pg.46-
Sebastian never does anything just for fun." Jace took Clary's hand and pulled her toward him. "But I do.
How are you feeling?"
"Like someone massaged me with a cheese grater."
-Clary & Simon, pg.297-
Simon looked for his friend Jace, who was kneeling by himself in the overgrown grass and sharpening a short blade against a stone. Simon assumed Jace had his reasons for this; or possibly he just knew he looked cool doing it. Possibly he and Isabelle could do a joint photo shoot for Badass Monthly.
I don't think so," Clary said. "I think maybe she reminded me of you."
"Because I'm tiny, blonde, and look good in pigtails?
A picnic? It's a little late for Central Park, don't you think? It's full of-'
He waved a hand. 'Faeries. I know.'
'I was going to say muggers,' said Clary. 'Though I pity the mugger who goes after you.
If you don't go after Luke," Clary said, enunciating very clearly, "I, personally, will kill you."
For a moment Jocelyn looked astonished. Then she smiled. "Well," she said, "if you put it like that.
He has many things I haven't got," said Jace. "Like nearsightedness, bad posture, and an appalling lack of coordination."
-Jace about Simon, pg. 331-
He raised an eyebrow, which instantly made Clary jealous. She'd always wanted to be able to do that.
Percy, who was looking immensely
The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't.
It is as it is. Betren son of Bromwell Defender of Delmarath
He thought of his remembrance of Jordan, thought of how it hurt to even look at Isabelle and Clary. Without memory, they were lost. And nobody wanted someone they loved to be lost.
Don't let me go Jace. I'm lost without you.
Sebastian sighed an exaggerated sigh and swung the door shut. Clary stared at Jace. "What the f-"
"Language, Fray." Jace's eyes danced. "Relax.
Jace stood up, knocking his chair back violently. You are not taking Clary to the Seelie Court without me and THAT is FINAL.
Then maybe you can help me out with something. I need an armaments shop. I want to buy a sword. A really good one." Jace looked surprised, then amused. "What for?" "Oh, you know. Killing." Clary made a hand gesture she hoped conveyed her murderous intentions toward all things evil.