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the love between clary fairchild and jace herondale is capable of ashing the world or raising it in glory, it's the love that moves the sun and all the other stars, and that jace loves clary, and will love her to death, and if there's life after that, he will love her in it too.

“I am going to kill Sebastian. I am going to kill him for what he did to me, and what he did to you, and what he did to Max. (...) But I want my hand to be the one that cuts him down.” “And what if I’m the one who kills him?” “My heart is your heart. My hands are your hands.”

“Sebastian’s dead,” she said. Jace stepped forward and took her hands, lifted them and kissed them quickly; she closed her eyes, feeling as if just a fraction of warmth and light had been returned to her. “Warrior hands,”he said quietly, and let her go.

“I am going to kill Sebastian. I am going to kill him for what he did to me, and what he did to you, and what he did to Max. (...) But I want my hand to be the one that cuts him down.” “And what if I’m the one who kills him?” “My heart is your heart. My hands are your hands.”

“I can’t believe you have a beard,” Emma noted, momentarily diverted. Jace touched his bristly cheek. “Well, it has been a week, at least. I expect it makes me look manly, like a burnished god.” “I hate it,” said Emma. “I like it,” said Clary loyally.

He set to work on the apples, carving them into meticulous eighths. “Well, it’s not birthday cake,” he said, handing her a section, “but hopefully it’s better than nothing.” “Nothing is what I was expecting, so thanks.” She took a bite. The apple tasted green and cool.

Jace Herondale, her handsome, graceful, angelically coordinated, and supernaturally good-looking (and boy, did he know it) fiancé, raised his fist in a triumphant gesture. “When are you going to learn never to bet against the best Shadowhunter of his generation?”

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“What were you dreaming about?” “You.” “I always dream about you.” “Oh, yeah? Because I thought you were having a nightmare.” “Sometimes I dream you’re gone,” he said. “I keep wondering when you’ll figure out how much better you could do and leave me.”

“(...) I loved you recklessly from the moment I knew you. I never cared about the consequences. I told myself I did, I told myself you wanted me to, and so I tried, but I never did. I wanted you more than I wanted to be good. I wanted you more than I wanted anything, ever.”

“You disappear so completely into your head sometimes,” he said. “I wish I could follow you.” You do, she wanted to say. You live in my head all the time.

“And Jace is so much better when you’re around.” Clary’s eyes widened. “He is?” “He is, actually. Less sharp-edged, somehow. It’s not so much that he’s kinder, but that he lets you see the kindness in him.”

And then Jace’s boredom exploded into a million pieces as the girl with the red hair stepped out from behind a pillar. “Stop​!” she cried. “You can’t do this.” It was as if the ground had been yanked out from under Jace.

Because the way Clary was looking at Simon, her whole attention caught up by him, her regret plain on her face, made him realize Simon wasn’t the guy in the play who was about to get his heart shattered into pieces. Jace was.

“But she’s so beautiful.” “So are you,” Jace said, automatically, and saw Clary’s expression change. He couldn’t read her face. It was hardly as if he had never told a girl she was beautiful before, but he couldn’t remember a time it wasn’t calculated. That it was accidental.

“If my mom and Luke get here while I’m sleeping, wake me up,” “Oh, you’ll be woken up,” Jace said drowsily. “Your mother will think I’m trying to take advantage of you and chase me around the room with a fireplace poker.” She reached up to pat his cheek. “I’ll protect you.”

“No kissing?” “Well, kissing, probably. But as for the rest of it…” “It’s okay with me if it’s okay with you.” “Of course it’s not okay with me. I’m a teenage boy. As far as I’m concerned, this is the worst thing that’s happened since I found out why Magnus was banned from Peru.

“I just want to know,” she said, “that you don’t think any differently of me. Any less.” “No. No,” he said, appalled. “You’re brave and brilliant, and you’re perfect and I love you. I just love you and I always have. And the actions of some lunatic aren’t going to change that.”

"You had—so much love, and so much forgiveness, and so much faith. So I started to think that maybe I was worth that faith. That I didn’t have to be perfect; I had to try, and that was good enough.”

“It’s fitting for you to give me a sword,” he said. “Something that would protect you,” she said. “Something you could carry always—” “Like I carry my love for you,” he said quietly.

because I love you that much.” She smiled. “How was that for a speech?”

And when I die and they burn my body and I become ashes that mix with the air, and part of the ground and the trees and the stars, everyone who breathes that air or sees the flowers that grow out of the ground or looks up at the stars will remember you and love you,