show the marks upon your skin
like a thief in the light, you can’t hide
you can’t hide from your shadow
it’s the only thing you own
"Do you like the name, Herondale?" he asked. "It’s your name, so I love it," she said. There are some pretty bad Shadowhunter names I could have ended up with," he said. "Bloodstick. Ravenhaven."
"Bloodstick can’t possibly be a name."
“It may have fallen out of favor.” he acknowledged. [Insp]
"A strong woman perseveres regardless of the odds and circumstances. You don’t know how strong you are until you’ve hit rock bottom and survived"
"We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.”
The girl was gorgeous, the kind of girl Clary would have liked to draw—tall and ribbon-slim, with a long spill of black hair. Even at this distance Clary could see the red pendant around her throat. It pulsed under the lights of the dance floor like a separate, disembodied heart.