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“No killing,â€� Jordan said. “We’re trying to make you feel peaceful, so you don’t go up in flames. Blood, killing, war, those are all non-peaceful things. Isn’t there anything else you like? Rainforests? Chirping birds?â€�

“Weapons,� said Jace. “I like weapons.�

“I’m starting to think we have a problematic issue of personal philosophy here.�

Jace leaned forward, his palms flat on the ground. “I’m a warrior,� he said. “I was brought up as a warrior. I didn’t have toys, I had weapons. I slept with a wooden sword until I was five. My first books were medieval demonologies with illuminated pages. The first songs I learned were chants to banish demons. I know what brings me peace, and it isn’t sandy beaches or chirping birds in rainforests. I want a weapon in my hand and a strategy to win.�

Jordan looked at him levelly. “So you’re saying that what brings you peace � is war.�

“Now you get it.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“I've never felt so... light.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“I did not make a pie,â€� Alec repeated, gesturing expressively with one hand, “for three reasons. One, because I do not have any pie ingredients. Two, because I don’t actually
know how to make a pie.�
He paused, clearly waiting.
Removing his sword and leaning it against the cave wall, Jace said warily, “And three?�
“Because I am not your bitch,â€� Alec said, clearly pleased with himself.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“Simon hid the fact that he was inordinately pleased by this. “Are we officially boyfriend
and girlfriend? Is there a Shadowhunter ritual? Should I change my Facebook status from ‘it’s complicated� to ‘in a relationship�?�
Isabelle screwed up her nose adorably. “You have a book that’s also a face?”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“We work through this together, remember? No shutting me out. No epic sulks.â€�
“I was figuring I could sulk for Idris in the next Olympics,� Jace said�
“You and Alec could go for pair sulking,â€� said Clary with a smile. “You’d get the gold.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“He remembered Tessa weeping in his arms in Paris, and thinking that he had never known the loss she felt, because he had never loved like she had, and that he was afraid that someday he would, and like Tessa he would lose his mortal love. And that it was better to be the one who died than the one who lived on. He had dismissed that, later, as a morbid fantasy, and had not remembered it again until Alec.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire