Jace Herondale Quotes

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Clary Fairchild: Does Isabelle always make dinner for you?

Jace Herondale: No, thank God. Most of the time the Lightwoods are here and Maryse, that's Isabelle's mother, she cooks for us. She's an amazing cook.

Clary Fairchild: Then how come she never taught Isabelle?

Jace Herondale: Because, it's only been recently that women have been Shadowhunters along with men. I mean, there have always been women in the Clave—mastering the runes, creating weaponry, teaching the Killing Arts—but only a few were warriors, ones with exceptional abilities. They had to fight to be trained. Maryse was a part of the first generation of Clave women who were trained as a matter of course—and I think she never taught Isabelle how to cook because she was afraid that if she did, Isabelle would be relegated to the kitchen permanently.

Clary Fairchild: Would she have been?

Jace Herondale: Not Isabelle. She's one of the best Shadowhunters I've ever known.

Clary Fairchild: Why are you always such an asshat?

Jace Herondale: An asshat?

Clary Fairchild: What you said to Simon...

Jace Herondale: I was trying to save him some pain. Isabelle will cut out his heart and walk all over it in high-heeled boots. That's what she does to boys like that.

Jace Herondale: You'll be the first mundane who has ever been inside the Institute.

Simon Lewis: Probably the smell keeps the rest of them away.

Clary Fairchild (to Jace): Ignore him. He always says exactly what comes into his head. No filters.

Simon Lewis: Filters are for cigarettes and coffee. Two things I could use right now, incidentally.

Clary Fairchild: He's a Shadowhunter.

Jace Herondale: A demon hunter. I kill demons. It's not that complicated, really.

Simon Lewis (to Clary): For real?

Clary Fairchild: For real.

Simon Lewis: And there are vampires, too? Werewolves, warlocks, all that stuff?

Clary Fairchild: So I hear.

Simon Lewis (to Jace): And you kill them, too?

Jace Herondale: Only when they've been naughty.

Simon Lewis: That is so awesome.

Jace Herondale: Awesome?

Simon Lewis: Totally. It's like Dungeons and Dragons, but real.

Clary Fairchild: You're my best friend. I wasn't mad at you.

Simon Lewis: Yeah, well, you clearly also couldn't be bothered to call me and tell me you were shacking up with some dyed-blond wannabe goth you probably met at Pandemonium. After I spent the past three days wondering if you were dead.

Clary Fairchild (turning red): I was not shacking up.

Jace Herondale: And my hair is naturally blond. Just for the record.

Clary Fairchild: You may be the only guy my age I've ever met who knows what bergamot is, much less that it's in Earl Grey tea.

Jace Herondale: Yes, well, I'm not like other guys. Besides, at the Institute we have to take classes in basic medicinal uses for plants. It's required.

Clary Fairchild: I figured all your classes were stuff like Slaughter 101 and Beheading for Beginners.

Jace Herondale: Very funny, Fray.

Dorothea Rollins: If you tell anyone I helped you, Shadowhunter, you'll wake up tomorrow with snakes for hair and an extra pair of arms.

Jace Herondale: That might be nice, an extra pair of arms. Handy in a fight.

Dorothea Rollins: Not if they're growing out of your... Neck.

Jace Herondale: You asked me what happens when you carve Marks onto someone who doesn't have Shadowhunter blood. Just one Mark will only burn you, but a lot of Marks, powerful ones? Carved into the flesh of a totally ordinary human being with no trace of Shadowhunter ancestry? You get this. The runes are agonizingly painful. The Marked ones go insane, the pain drives them out of their minds. They become fierce, mindless killers. They don't sleep or eat unless you make them, and they die, usually quickly. Runes have great power and can be used to do great good—but they can be used for evil. The Forsaken are evil.

Clary Fairchild: But why would anyone do that to themselves?

Jace Herondale: Nobody would. It's something that gets done to them. By a warlock, maybe, some Downworlder gone bad. The Forsaken are loyal to the one who Marked them, and they're fierce killers. They can obey simple commands, too. It's like having a—a slave army.

Clary Fairchild: What was it that Alec called you? Parasomething?

Jace Herondale: Parabatai. It means a pair of warriors who fight together who are closer than brothers. Alec is more than just my best friend. My father and his father were parabatai when they were young. His father was my godfather, that's why I live with them. They're my adopted family.

Clary Fairchild: Those girls on the other side of the car are staring at you.

Jace Herondale: Of course they are. I am stunningly attractive.

Clary Fairchild: Haven't you ever heard that modesty is an attractive trait?

Jace Herondale: Only from ugly people. The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me. (winks at the girls)

Clary Fairchild: So what are you Shadowhunters?

Hodge Starkweather: We are sometimes called the Nephilim... In the Bible they were the offspring of humans and angels. The legend of the origin of Shadowhunters is that they were created more than a thousand years ago, when humans were being overrun by demon invasions from other worlds. A warlock summoned the Angel Raziel, who mixed some of his own blood with the blood of men in a cup, and gave it to those men to drink. Those who drank the Angel's blood became Shadowhunters, as did their children and their children's children. The cup thereafter was known as the Mortal Cup. Though the legend may not be fact, what is true is that through the years, when Shadowhunter ranks were depleted, it was always possible to create more Shadowhunters using the Cup.

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