“And the Clave wants to meet Clarissa. You know that, Jace.""The Clave can screw itself.""Jace," Maryse said, sounding genuinely parental for a change. "Language.""The Clave wants a lot of things," Jace amended. "It shouldn't necessarily get them all.”

“We shouldn’t,” protested Isabelle. “The Clave has a plan.”“The Clave has the collective intelligence of a pineapple,” said Jace.Alec blinked up at them. “Jace is right.”Isabelle turned on her brother. “What do you know? You weren’t even paying attention.”“I was,” Alec said, injured. “I said Jace was right.”“Yeah, but there’s like a 90% chance of me being right most of the time, so that’s not proof you were listening,” said Jace. “That’s just a good guess.”

“Jace flushed a slow, dark red. "It's not like that. If I thought it would help the Clave-but it won't. She'll just get hurt-""Even if you thought it would help the Clave", Simon said, "you'd never let them have her.""What makes you say that, vampire?""Because no one can have her but you"said Simon”

“Why can't I go to Idris with you, then?Because it's not safe for you thereO and it's safe for me here? I've been nearly killed almost a dozen times in the past month.That's because Valentine has been concentrating on the two Mortal Instruments that were here. He's going to shift his focus to Idris now. We all know it--We're hardly as certain of anything as all that. And the Clave wants to meet Clarissa. You know that, Jace.The Clave can screw itself.”

“Admiring yourself?” The Inquisitor’s voice but through his reverie. “You wont look so pretty when the Clave gets through with you.”“You do seem obsessed with my looks.” Jace turned away from the mirror with some relief. “Could it be that all this is because you‘re attracted to me?”

“This time Magnus answered it, his voice booming through the tiny entryway. "WHO DARES DISTURB MY REST?"Jace looked almost nervous. "Jace Wayland. Remember? I'm from the Clave.""Oh, yes." Magnus seemed to have perked up. "Are you the one with the blue eyes?""He means Alec," Clary said helpfully."No. My eyes are usually described as golden," Jace told the intercom. "And luminous.""Oh, you're that one." Magnus sounded disappointed. If Clary hadn't been so upset, she would have laughed. "I suppose you'd better come up.”