Who Said We Were Owed Happiness?

What Did Wards Matter When You Could Create Your Own Reality Just By Drawing It?

Try Me On Any Day That Doesn't End In Y - Jace

Something Snapped Inside Maryse. “he Is Not A Herondale. He Is A Lightwood. Jace Lightwood. He’s My Son.

A Shadowhunter I Believe You Know Send For Me—tatiana Blackthorn? The Lady Used To Be A Lightwood, Did She Not?" Magnus Turned To Will. "and Your Sister Cecily Married Her Brother. Gilbert. Gaston. I Have A Shocking Memory For Lightwoods." "i Begged Cecily Not To Throw Herself Away On A Lightworm," Will Muttered.

Please Don’t Do This—don’t Do This To Me. If Anything Happened To You—” He Looked At Her With Surprise. There Was Already A Red Stain On The White Bandages That Wrapped His Chest, Where His Movements Had Pulled His Wound Open. “i…” “what?” “i’m Not Used To You Loving Me,” He Said.