From the book The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones (Book One) | Written by Cassandra Clare
Clary Fairchild: I was in bed most of the day. What about you? Aren't you exhausted?
Jace Herondale: Much like the postal service, demon hunters never sleep. "Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these..."
Clary Fairchild: You'd be in major trouble if gloom of night did stay you.
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