Imogen McGlinchey

“You swore to stay with me,” he said. “When we made our oath, as parabatai. Our souls are knit. We are one person, James.”
“We are two people,” said Jem.
“Two people with a covenant between us.”
Will knew he sounded like a child, but he could not help it.
“A covenant that says you must not go where I cannot come with you.”
“Until death,” Jem replied gently.
“Those are the words of the oath. ‘Until
aught but death part thee and me.’ Someday, Will, I will go where none can
follow me, and I think it will be sooner rather than later.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

“I want my people to be protected, strong, and not to be driven into corners until they either become killers or are killed!”
― Cassandra Clare, Vampires, Scones, and Edmund Herondale

“London was one of the few Institutes that hadn't emptied yet. Apparently Sebastian and his forces tried to attack. They were rebuffed by some kind of protection spell, something even the Council didn't know about. Something that warned the Shadowhunters what was coming and led them to safety.'
'A ghost,' Magnus said. A smile hovered around his mouth. 'A spirit, sworn to protect the place. She's been there for a hundred and thirty years.'
'She?' Jocelyn said, leaning back against a dusty wall. 'A ghost? Really? What was her name?'
'You would recognize her last name, if I told it to you, but she wouldn't like that.' Magnus's gaze was faraway. 'I hope this means she's found peace.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

“Love potions? For Will 'erondale? 'Tain't my way to turn down payment, but any man who looks like you 'as got no need of love potions, and that's a fact."

"No," Will said, a little desperation in his voice. "I was looking for the opposite, really -- something that might put an end to being in love."

"An 'atred potion?" Mol still sounded amused.

"I was hoping for something more akin to indifference? Tolerance?"

She made a snorting noise, astonishingly human for a ghost. "I 'ardly like to tell you this, Nephilim, but if you want a girl to 'ate you, there's easy enough ways of making it 'appen. You don't need my help with the poor thing."

And with that she vanished, spinning away into the mists among the graves. Will, looking after her, sighed. "Not for her," he said under his breath, though there was no one to hear him, "for me..." And he leaned his head against the cold iron gate.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince