Appearances Are Significant, And Never More Than

I Don’t Want To Be Nephilim,” Said Jace. “i Want To Be Something Else. Stronger, Faster, Better Than Human. But Different. Not Subservient To The Laws Of An Angel Who Couldn’t Care Less About Us. Free.” He Ran His Hand Through A Curl Of Her Hair. “i’m Happy Now, Clary. Doesn’t That Make A Difference?

She Jerked Hastily Back To Avoid Stepping On It, And Her Shoulder Bumped His--he Put A Hand Out To Steady Her, Just As She Turned To Apologize And Then She Was Somehow In The Circle Of His Arm And He Was Kissing Her.

Kill Me, Little Sister. Kill Me And You Kill Jace, Too.

You Know,” Cecily Said, “you Really Didn’t Have To Throw That Man Through The Window.

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.