One of the Silent Brothers is here to see you. Hodge sent me to wake you up. Actually he offered to wake you himself, but since it’s 5 a.m., I figured you’d be less cranky...

I should have warned her about your habit of never doing what you’re told.” Jace squinted at her. “Are those Isabelle’s clothes? They look ridiculous on you.” “I could point out that you burned my...

Clary,” he said. “You saved my life.””I stabbed you. With a massive sword. You caught on fire.”His lips twitched imperceptibly. “Okay,” he said. “So maybe our problems aren’t like other couples.

Her green eyes flutter all the way open, and she looks amused. It pricks his ego slightly. After that kiss, shouldn’t she be fainting at his feet? But she’s grinning.

You can’t just go around killing people.You’re right. You can’t go around killing people.

Heroes save worlds,” Clary said. “They don’t destroy them.

trying to read his face. It was like a book written in a foreign language she’d studied all too briefly.

that Jace killed him. That would put anyone off.

They always have to have the last word.

Alec slid his hand from Jace’s arm to his shoulder. Magnus cleared his throat. Alec dropped his hand. Simon grinned into his undrunk coffee.

He recognized and accepted this strange new feeling: that he would rather be hurt himself than hurt Alec.

If one could look this fabulous, one had an obligation to.

Coaxing drunken Shadowhunters into making fools of themselves was a favorite occupation among the Downworlders, and this performance had been a tremendous success.

How generous the universe could be, when he wanted to be!

Mauve,” said Will.

There are so many worse things than death. Not to be loved or not to be able to love: that is worse.

Tess?” A soft voice at the door; she looked up and saw Will there, silhouetted in the light from the corridor.

I’m trying to figure out how someone could live in a brothel for a month and not notice. You must be terribly dull-witted.” Tessa glared.”If it helps at all, it seemed to be quite a...

You’re the shape-changer aren’t you?” he said. “Magnus Bane told me about you. No mark on you at all, they say.”Tessa swallowed and looked him straight in the eye. They were discordantly human eyes, ordinary...

Indeed.” Will let his cutlery clatter onto his plate. “The Consul? Breaking up our breakfast time? Whatever next? The Inquisitor over for tea? Picnics with the Silent Brothers?””Duck pies in the park,” said Jem under...

Oh, I can never get enough,” he said. “Which, incidentally, is what your sister said to me when-“The carriage door flew open. A hand shot out, grabbed Will by the back of the shirt, and...

So what was that all about?””I think,” Jace said, “that she asked if she could touch my mango.””She said that?”Jace shrugged. “Yeah, then she gave me her number.

But you’ve never drunk fresh blood. Have you?”Simon raised his eyebrows in response.”Well, aside from mine, of course,” Jace said. “And I’m sure my blood is fan-tastic.

Maureen clapped her hands together. “Oh,” she said in her elfin little voice. “It’s pretty.” “Pretty?” Simon looked quickly at the hunched shape on top of the concrete block. “Maureen, what the hell-

You couldn’t know how much going away had changed you until you tried to go home.

Oh, Lord Montgomery, what do you mean to do with me in this bedroom when you have me all alone? An innocent maiden, and unprotected? Is my virtue safe?’I, ah- what?”I know you are a...

The Great and Tragic Love of Jonathan Shadowhunter and David the Silent, by Clary Fray, Aged 17.SIMON IT WAS BY SIMON NOT ME(…) Jonathan Shadowhunter: Oh, David, I would trust you with my life!David: Oh,...

Unpleasant?” he finished for her.”Only on the days when my adoptive mother tosses me out of the house with instructions never to darken her door again. Usually, I’m remarkably good-natured. Try me on any day...

Alec dragged the heavy canvas bag out of the back of the van, dropping it on the sidewalk. “Ready to go.” He announced. “Lets kick some demon butt!”Jace looked at him a little oddly. “You...

Of course, the guests were also staring because they know of my relationship with Camille, and are wondering what we might be doing here in the library… alone.” He wiggled his eyebrows at Tessa.

Wo bu xiang shi qu ni.” She knew, without knowing how she knew, what the words meant. I love you. And I don’t want to lose you.

As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.

Dear God, woman,”said Will. “Are there any questions you don’t want to know the answer to?

The way Magnus’ breath had sounded, rattling in his chest, before he’d said his father’s name.

What’s this?” he demanded, looking from Clary to his companions, as if they might know what she was doing there.”It’s a girl,” Jace said,recovering his composure. “Surely you’ve seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle...

And I would do it again. I love you, Jace Wayland—Herondale—Lightwood—whatever you want to call yourself. I don’t care. I love you and I wil always love you, and pretending it could be any other...

Your friend’s poetry is terrible,” he said.Clary blinked, caught momentarily off guard. “What?””I said his poetry was terrible. It sounds like he ate a dictionary and started vomiting up words at random.

I’ve got the Mark of Cain,” said Simon. “That means nothing can kill me, right?””You can kill yourself,” Magnus said, somewhat unhelpfully. “As far as I know, inanimate objects can accidentally kill you. So if...

Caliph Vathek and his dark hordeAre bound for Hell, you won’t be bored!Your faith in me will be restored—Unless this token you find untowardAnd my poor gift you have ignored.

If there were such a thing as terminal literalism, you’d have died in childhood.

Tessa had lain down beside him and slid her arm beneath his head, and put her head on his chest,listening to the ever-weakening beat of his heart. And in the shadows they’d whispered, reminding each...

So it’s true what they say about warlocks, then?”Alec gave him a very unpleasant look. “What’s true?””Alexander,” said Magnus coldly, and Clary met Simon’s eyes across the table. Hers were wide, green, and full of...

as long as I can still dream, I will dream of you.

Let it be peace between us. You can pour the rest of the port on my head.”James’ mouth curved up into a smile. It was impossible to stay angry with Matthew. It was almost impossible...

It was so odd what brought out tenderness in people. It was never what you have expected.

Has there ever been an Inquisitor who didn’t die a horrible death?” Simon wondered out loud. ” It’s like being the drummer in Spinal Tap.

Mortals dies.” said Catarina. “You’ve always known that, and yet you’ve loved them before.””Not,” Magnus said, “like this.”Catarina inhaled in surprise. “Oh,” she said. “Oh…” She picked up her drink. “Magnus,” she said tenderly. “you...

Isabelle!” he called again. “Let down your raven hair!'”Oh my God,” Clary muttered. “There was something in that blood Raphael gave you, wasn’t there? I’m going to kill him.

The first morning Simon had been at Amatis’s house, a grinning lycanthrope had showed up on the doorstep with a live cat for him. “Blood,” he’d said, in a heavily accented voice. “For you. Fresh!”Simon...

Don’t tell me,” Jace said, “Simon’s turned himself into an ocelot and you want me to do something about it before Isabelle makes him into a stole. Well, you’ll have have to wait till tomorrow....