Stripping the protection wards off the ship was bad enough-it’s a strong, strong enchantment, demon-based-but when you fell, I had to put a fast spell on the truck so it wouldn’t sink when I lost consciousness. And I will lose consciousness, Alec.

I knew then that I hadn’t stopped believing in God. I’d just stopped believing God cared. There might be a God, Clary, and there might not, but I don’t think it matters. Either way we’re on our own.

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