“He'd already identified me as a heathen, and I hoped he wouldn't try to change that.”
“I don't even feel so sure of that any more. I mean, if we were a couple, he'd be here, wouldn't he? He'd be here with me.”
“He was already fading. I knew that it wouldn't be long until he was just a vague image, however much I tried to cling onto his memory.”
“I don't care," Clary said. "He'd do it for me. Tell me he wouldn't. If I were missing-" "He'd burn the whole world down till he could dig you out of the ashes. I know," Alec said.”
“He'd pushed her. He'd scared her. He'd besieged her. He'd vowed he wouldn't, and he did.”
“He'd asked me to marry him. He'd kissed me. Twice. He said he loved me. What a scum, rat, dog bastard. I wouldn't sleep with him now if I was dying and the only thing that could save me was a penis injection from him.”