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“I just wanted to say that you don't always have to be all right. I asked you to be my parabatai because I needed you, but you're allowed to need me, too. This" - he indicated his own parabatai rune - "means you are the better, other half of me, and I care about you more than I care about myself. Remember that. I'm sorry I didn't realize how much you were hurting. I didn't see it then, but I see it now.”

“I'll go with you," Alec said, looking at Isabelle and Simon with suspicious eyes. "If you must," said Isabelle with exaggerated indifference. "I should warn you we'll be making out in the dark. Big, sloppy make-outage." Simon looked startled. "We are -" he began, but Isabelle stomped on his toe, and he quieted. "Make-outage?" said Clary. "Is that a word?" Alec looked ill. "I suppose I could stay here.”

“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.”

“There are a hundred trillion cells in the human body, and every single one of the cells of my body loves you. We shed cells, and we grow new ones, and my new cells love you more than the old ones, which is why I love you more every day than I did the day before. It’s science. 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, because I love you that much.”

“—No hice un pastel —repitió Alec, gesticulando expresivamente con una mano—, por tres razones. Uno, porque no tengo ningún ingrediente para hacer el pastel. Dos, porque yo en realidad no sé cómo hacer un pastel. Hizo una pausa, claramente esperando. Removiendo su espada e inclinándose contra la pared de la cueva, Jace dijo con cautela: —¿Y tres? —Porque no soy tu zorra —respondió Alec, claramente complacido consigo mismo.”

“Negro para la caza durante la noche El color blanco para la muerte y el luto Oro para una novia en su vestido de boda Y el rojo para deshacer encantamientos. Seda blanca cuando nuestros cuerpos se queman, Banderas azules cuando lo perdido regresa. Flamas por el nacimiento de un Nefilim, Y para lavar nuestros pecados. Gris por el mejor conocimiento jamás dicho Hueso para aquellos que no envejecen. El azafrán ilumina la marcha de la victoria, El verde reparará nuestros corazones rotos. Plata para las torres de los demonios, Y el bronce para convocar los poderes malvados.”

“Don't talk." Alec gestured at him with an expression of vague disgust. "Every time I look at you, I keep remembering coming in here and seeing you draped all over my sister." Jace sat up. "I didn't hear about this." "Oh, come on -" said Simon. "Simon, you're blushing," observed Jace. "And you're a vampire and almost never blush, so this better be really juicy. And weird. Were bicycles involved in some kinky way? Vaccum cleaners? Umbrellas?" "Big umbrellas, or the little kind you get with drinks?" Alec asked. "Does it matter -”

“Imagine if you were the last Shadowhunter left on earth, imagine if all your family and friends were dead, imagine if there were no one left who even believed in what you were. Imagine if you were on the earth in a billion, billion years, after the sun had scorched away all the life, and you were crying out from inside yourself for just one single living creature to still draw breath alongside you, but there was nothing, only rivers of fire and ashes. Imagine being that lonely. and then imagine there was only one way to fix it. Then imagine what you would do to make that thing happen.”

“There is so much in this store I can picture Magnus wanting,” Simon said, picking up a glass bottle of body glitter suspended in some kind of oil. “Is it against some kind of rule to buy presents for someone who broke up with your friend?” “I guess it depends. Is Magnus your closer friend, or Alec?” “Alec remembers my name,” said Simon, and he set the bottle back down.”

“Everyone knows Valentine's son." "I know, but - when Emma saw you, she acted like you were her celebrity crush. Like you were on the cover of Shadowhunters Weekly every month." "You know, when they asked me to pose, they said it would be tasteful..." "As long as you were holding a strategically placed seraph blade, I don't see the problem," Clary said, and Jace laughed, a cut-off sound that indicated that she had surprised the amusement out of him.”

“Lord Montgomery considers nothing but his own desires," he said in a gravelly voice. "I'll tell you something else. Lord Montgomery has a very large estate...and pretty extensive grounds, too." Isabelle giggled, and Simon felt the bed shake under them. "Okay, I didn't expect you to get quite so into this." "Lord Montgomery always surpasses expectations.”

“Isabelle!" Simon called. "Stop throwing clothes at me! Just because you're a Shadowhunter and I'm a vampire doesn't mean we can never happen. Our love is forbidden like the love of a shark and a - and a shark hunter. But that's what makes it special." "Oh?" Isabelle snapped. "Which one of us is the shark, Simon? Which one of us is the shark?”