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“You're pining," said Jace.
Alec shrugged. "Look who's talking. 'oh I love her. Oh, she's my sister. Oh why, why, whyâ€�”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“Every time I think I'm missing a piece of me, you give it back.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“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.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“If you're texting Magnus to say 'I think ur kewl,' I'm going to kill you.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

“As long as I can still dream, I will dream of you”
― Jace Wayland

“Jace, you
don’t have to—�
“I was trying to go…somewhere,� Jace said. “But I kept getting pulled back here. I couldn’t stop walking, couldn’t stop thinking.
About the first time I ever saw you, and how after that I couldn’t forget you. I wanted to, but I couldn’t stop myself. I forced
Hodge to let me be the one who came to find you and bring you back to the Institute. And even back then, in that stupid coffee
shop, when I saw you sitting on that couch with Simon, even then that felt wrong to me—I should have been the one sitting with
you. The one who made you laugh like that. I couldn’t get rid of that feeling. That it should have been me. And the more I knew
you, the more I felt it—it had never been like that for me before. I’d always wanted a girl and then gotten to know her and not
wanted her anymore, but with you the feeling just got stronger and stronger until that night when you showed up at Renwick’s and I
knew.
“And then to find out that the reason I felt like that—like you were some part of me I’d lost and never even knew I was missing
until I saw you again—that the reason was that you were my sister, it felt like some sort of cosmic joke. Like God was spitting on
me. I don’t even know for what—for thinking that I could actually get to have you, that I would deserve something like that, to be
that happy. I couldn’t imagine what it was I’d done that I was being punished for—�
“If you’re being punished,â€� Clary said, “then so am I.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“And tell them what?" Jace said witheringly. "That invisible people are bothering you? Trust me, little girl, the police aren't going to arrest someone they can't see”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones / City of Ashes / City of Glass / City of Fallen Angels / City of Lost Souls

“They’re here right now?â€� Clary sputtered. “But—I’m wearing a T-shirt that says ‘Unicorn Power’—â€�
“There are no such things as unicorns,� Jace said.
“I know,â€� Clary said. “That’s why it’s funny”
― Cassandra Clare, Queen of Air and Darkness

“The corner of his mouth quirked up suddenly.
“What?� Clary demanded. “Is something funny?�
“ ‘Flying death turtleâ€�?â€� he said. “Only you.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“Kiss me,â€� she pleaded, and he did, hot languorous slow kisses that sped up as his heartbeat did, as the movement of their bodies quickened against each other. Each kiss was different, each rising higher and higher like a spark as a fire grew: quick soft kisses that told her he loved her, long slow worshipful kisses that said that he trusted her, playful light kisses that said that he still had hope, adoring kisses that said he had faith in her as he did in no one else. Clary abandoned herself to the kisses, the language of them, the wordless speech that passed between the two of them.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“Just kissing?" Jace's tone mocked her with its false hurt. "How swiftly you dismiss our love”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“I didn't know," he said. "I didn't know you needed me."
Her voice shook. "I always need you.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

“It’s an old story,â€� said Jace. “But as you know—all the stories are true.â€�
“Or at least true in part.â€� Clary smiled up at him.”
― Cassandra Clare, Queen of Air and Darkness

“You don't have to. I have enough faith in you," she said, "for the both of us.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

“Fu Alec a parlare per primo. "Cos'è?" chiese guardando Clary.
"E' una ragazza" disse Jace. "Sicuramente ti sarà già capitato di vederne qualcuna, Alec. Tua sorella Isabelle, ad esempio”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“Todo su cuerpo se estremeció, de la forma en que siempre lo hacía cuando la besaba. Nunca se aburría, cansaba, o se acostumbraba a ello, no más de lo que imaginaba que alguien se cansaría de una hermosa puesta de sol, música perfecta, o su libro favorito en el mundo.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“... cuando se habían besado y besado y ella se había dado cuenta que el amor podía cortarte como el filo de una espada.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight

“There’s something so â€� reassuring about you. And Jace is so much better when you’re around.â€�
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.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“No trato de distraerte. - Alzó la mano y agitó los dedos-. Hay cien billones de células en el cuerpo humano - explicó -. Y cada una de esas células de mi cuerpo te ama. Las células se mueren y nacen otras nuevas, y mis células nuevas te aman te aman más que las antiguas, y por eso te amo cada día más que el anterior. Es pura ciencia. Y cuando muera y me incineren, y me convierta en cenizas que se mezclen con el aire, y sea parte del suelo, de los árboles y las estrellas, cualquiera que respire el aire o vea las flores que crecen en la tierra o mire las estrellas, te recordará y te amará, porque así es como te amo yo. - Sonrió -. ¿Qué tal el discurso?”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“Clary held her hands up. 'I do get it. I know you don’t like me, Isabelle. Because I’m a mundane to you.'

'You think that’s why�' Isabelle broke off, her eyes bright; not just with anger, Clary saw with surprise, but with tears. “God, you don’t understand anything, do you? You’ve known Jace what, a month? I’ve known him for seven years. And all the time I’ve known him, I’ve never seen him fall in love, never seen him even like anyone. He’d hook up with girls, sure. Girls always fell in love with him, but he never cared. I think that’s why Alec thought—� Isabelle stopped for a moment, holding herself very still. She’s trying not to cry, Clary thought in wonder—Isabelle, who seemed like she never cried. “It always worried me, and my mom, too—I mean, what kind of teenage boy never even gets a crush on anyone? It was like he was always half-awake where other people were concerned. I thought maybe what had happened with his father had done some sort of permanent damage to him, like maybe he never really could love anyone. If I’d only known what had really happened with his father—but then I probably would have thought the same thing, wouldn’t I? I mean, who wouldn’t have been damaged by that?'

'And then we met you, and it was like he woke up. You couldn’t see it, because you’d never known him any different. But I saw it. Hodge saw it. Alec saw it—why do you think he hated you so much? It was like that from the second we met you. You thought it was amazing that you could see us, and it was, but what was amazing to me was that Jace could see you, too. He kept talking about you all the way back to the Institute; he made Hodge send him out to get you; and once he brought you back, he didn’t want you to leave again. Wherever you were in the room, he watched you�. He was even jealous of Simon. I’m not sure he realized it himself, but he was. I could tell. Jealous of a mundane. And then after what happened to Simon at the party, he was willing to go with you to the Dumort, to break Clave Law, just to save a mundane he didn’t even like. He did it for you. Because if anything had happened to Simon, you would have been hurt. You were the first person outside our family whose happiness I’d ever seen him take into consideration. Because he loved you.'

Clary made a noise in the back of her throat. 'But that was before�'

'Before he found out you were his sister. I know. And I don’t blame you for that. You couldn’t have known. And I guess you couldn’t have helped that you just went right on ahead and dated Simon afterward like you didn’t even care. I thought once Jace knew you were his sister, he’d give up and get over it, but he didn’t, and he couldn’t. I don’t know what Valentine did to him when he was a child. I don’t know if that’s why he is the way he is, or if it’s just the way he’s made, but he won’t get over you, Clary. He can’t. I started to hate seeing you. I hated for Jace to see you. It’s like an injury you get from demon poison—you have to leave it alone and let it heal. Every time you rip the bandages off, you just open the wound up again. Every time he sees you, it’s like tearing off the bandages.'

'I know,' Clary whispered. “How do you think it is for me?�

'I don’t know. I can’t tell what you’re feeling. You’re not my sister. I don’t hate you, Clary. I even like you. If it were possible, there isn’t anyone I’d rather Jace be with. But I hope you can understand when I say that if by some miracle we all get through this, I hope my family moves itself somewhere so far away that we never see you again.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

“We could probably go in without invisibility glamours,â€� said Isabelle, craning her neck to look down the street. “Half these people have more tattoos than we do.â€�

“But none of them are nearly as attractive.â€� Jace narrowed his eyes as his Farsight rune took effect, following Isabelle’s gaze. Halfway up the line he saw a flash of something bright. Red hair. A girl with bright red hair was standing in line next to a dark-haired boy who was gesturing animatedly. “Well,â€� he amended. “Almost none of them.”
― Cassandra Clare, We Jace you a Clary Xmas

“Isabelle glanced quizzically toward the bar entrance. The red-haired girl was smiling. Jace wondered if Isabelle saw her. There was something about her. It was like looking at something bright. Not just her hair, the color of it, but a brightness that seemed to come from inside her.”
― Cassandra Clare, We Jace you a Clary Xmas

“We could probably go in without invisibility glamours,â€� said Isabelle, craning her neck to look down the street. “Half these people have more tattoos than we do.â€�

“But none of them are nearly as attractive.â€� Jace narrowed his eyes as his Farsight rune took effect, following Isabelle’s gaze. Halfway up the line he saw a flash of something bright. Red hair. A girl with bright red hair was standing in line next to a dark-haired boy who was gesturing animatedly. “Well,â€� he amended. “Almost none of them.”
― Cassandra Clare, We Jace you a Clary Xmas

“Well spotted,â€� said Isabelle. “Demon.â€�

Demon? She couldn’t possibly be �

“With the blue hair,� Alec said, putting his stele away, and Jace realized with a jolt that he’d missed the boy just in front of the redhead in line. He had blue hair that stuck up in spikes and piercings in his eyebrows. “Eidolon.� He tipped his head toward Jace. “Shall we?�

Jace didn’t respond for a moment. The demon slipped into the club, and the bouncer stopped the girl with the red hair and her friend”
― Cassandra Clare, We Jace you a Clary Xmas

“It was the girl with red hair and her friend. Jace stood up straight. The girl had taken her hair out of its ponytail and it spilled down over her shoulders, the color of a sunset. She was dancing with her eyes closed. And Jace felt something inside him stir at the way she moved, as if she had found her own circle of peace inside the chaos. She seemed sheltered by something he didn’t quite understand as she danced â€� and he had seen people dance and move with rare skill and amazing grace â€� with no sense of rhythm or practice.

Jace rarely thought about mundanes. They were the people he was supposed to protect, but his father had never brought him up to think about them as anything but an undifferentiated mass of needs and wants. A need to be saved. A want to be ignorant. Never to know of the darkness that surrounded them, the things that moved in the shadows.

He had never thought of them as carrying light themselves. But the girl with the red hair, there was a light around her.”
― Cassandra Clare, We Jace you a Clary Xmas

“You’re staring,â€� Alec said. His voice was clipped, disapproving. “At that girl. With the red hair.â€�

"The one with the dark-haired friend?� Jace said. “I am not.�

“If you weren’t, you wouldn’t know she had a dark-haired friend,� said Alec, who was terminally literal. “And besides, he’s probably her boyfriend."

“He’s not,â€� Jace said immediately, and then realized he had no reason for assuming that, and also shouldn’t be speculating about the love lives of mundane”
― Cassandra Clare, We Jace you a Clary Xmas

“Just like every other demon. Jace felt a flicker of something â€� boredom? â€� as he reached for a seraph blade. All demons were the same: all the ones that could talk, anyway. They sputtered, they denied. They claimed they knew where Valentine was. They offered gold and gems, sometimes. Once one had offered naked dancing girls. Jace had almost taken that one up on the offer. It had been a slow Saturday.

And then Jace’s boredom exploded into a million pieces as the girl with the red hair stepped out from behind a pillar”
― Cassandra Clare, We Jace you a Clary Xmas

“And then Jace’s boredom exploded into a million pieces as the girl with the red hair stepped out from behind a pillar. "Stop!â€� she cried. “You can’t do this.â€�

It was as if the ground had been yanked out from under Jace. He was barely aware that his blade had clattered to the ground.”
― Cassandra Clare, We Jace you a Clary Xmas

“What’s this?â€� Alec said, looking baffled.

“It’s a girl,� Jace said. He moved closer to the redhead, who stood with her feet braced apart, her hands on her hips, clearly with no intention of being scared away. He was vaguely aware of her loose shirt, unbuttoned over a tank top. Of the pulse at her throat and the rise of her breath. “A mundie girl,� he said. She was definitely, definitely not a demon. Her skin was lightly freckled, her eyes green mixed with gold. “And she can see us."

“Of course I can see you,â€� she snapped. “I’m not blind.”
― Cassandra Clare, We Jace you a Clary Xmas

“Knock her out,â€� Alec muttered, under his breath. “Just . . . clonk her on the head with something."

“Just go,� Jace said to the girl. “Get out of here, if you know what’s good for you.�

But she only planted her feet harder. He could see the look in her eyes, like exclamation points: No! No!”
― Cassandra Clare, We Jace you a Clary Xmas