to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one... - Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

"What do you want?""Just coffee. Black - like my soul."

"Don't touch any of my weapons without my permission.""Well, there goes my plan for selling them all on eBay,"Clary muttered."Selling them on what?"Clary smiled blandly at him. "A mythical place of great magical power."

"Jace looked as if she had slapped him. "Why are you determined not to believe us?""Because she loves you,"said Valentine.Clary felt the blood drain out of her face."

"I knew then that I hadn't stopped believing in God. I'd just stopped believing God cared. There might be a God, Clary, and there might not, but I don't think it matters. Either way we're on our own."

"Don't."Clary raised a warning hand. "I'm not really in the mood right now.""That's got to be the first time a girl's ever said that to me,"Jace mused."