The love a parent had for a child, there is nothing else like it. No other love so consuming. No father-not even Valentine-would sacrifice his son for a hunk of metal, no matter how powerful.” (The Inquisitor)
“You don’t know my father. He‘ll laugh in your face and offer you some money to mail my body back to Idris.” (Jace)
“Don’t be absurd-”
“You‘re right,” Jace said. “Come to think of it, he‘ll probably make you pay the shipping charges yourself.

Auteur: Cassandra Clare