Watching Jace hug Isabelle, she tried to school her features into a happy and loving expression.”Are you all right?” Simon asked, with some concern. “Your eyes are crossing.

Magnus glanced at Alec and raised his eyebrows “Boo”, he said. Jace was grinning. “Come on,surely you’ve got a phobia or two. What scares you?” Alec thought for a moment. “Spiders,” he said. Clary turned...

And what about us? Do you want a vampire boyfriend?” He laughed bitterly. “Because I forsee many romantic picnics in our future. You, drinking a virgin piña colada. Me, drinking the blood of a virgin.

I can’t tell them what to do!””Why not?” the other girl demanded. “Honestly, Clary, if you don’t start utilizing a bit of your natural feminine superiority, I just don’t know what I’ll do with you.

Look on the bright side,” said Simon, “If they need a human sacrifice, you can always offer me. I’m not sure the rest of you qualify anyway.

Jace threw his hands up. “So it doesn’t work.””Not necessarily,” Luke said. “There might simply be nothing going on that might activate it. Perhaps there isn’t anything here that Alec is afraid of.”Magnus glanced at...

But not, I think, so much as the both of you.

How’d you get Magnus to let Jace leave?””Traded him for Alec,” Clary said.

You have something on your neck. What Looks like a bite mark, what were you doing out all night, anyway? Nothing. I went walking in the park. Tried to clear my head. And ran into...

Mother.” Alec’s voice as he interrupted his mother was firm, implacable, and notunkind. “Father. There’s something I have to tell you.” He smiled at them. “I’m seeing someone.”Robert Lightwood looked at his son with some...

You are mortal. You age, you die. If that is not hell, pray tell me, what is?

Even the Inquisitor’s eyebrows shot up when Magnus strode through the gate. The High Warlock was wearing black leather pants, a belt with a buckle in the shape of a jeweled M, and a cobalt-blue...

He looked back at her, and when she saw the look on his face, she saw his eyes at Renwick’s, when he had watched the Portal that separated him from his home shatter into a...

Jace snorted so loudly that she turned on him with a frown. He wiggled his mud-caked fingers at her. His nails were black crescents. “Filthy inside and out.

Enormous? Did you just call me FAT? I am not fat. – Jace

Well I’m not kissing the mundane,” said Jace. “I’d rather stay down here and rot.””Forever?” said Simon. “Forever is an awfully long time.”Jace raised his eyebrows, “I knew it,” he said, “you want to kiss...

Something inside Clary cracked and broke, and words came pouring out. ‘What do you want me to tell you? The truth? The truth is that I love Simon like I should love you, and I...

Isabelle,” she said, lightening her tone with an obvious effort, “your loyalty to your friend is understandable –“”He’s not my friend.” Isabelle looked over at Jace, who was staring at her in a sort of...

That’s your comeback?

That you freed a possible criminal by trading away your brother to a warlock who looks like a gay sonic the Hedgehog and dresses like the childcatcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.

If you’re texting Magnus to say ‘I think u r kewl’ I’m going to kill you

You can take your Law,” she said in a measured tone, “and shove it right up your-

Look,” Luke went on, “In all the years I’ve known him, there’s always been exactly one place Simon wanted to be, and he’s always fought like hell to make sure he got there and stayed...

It’s not funny, Jace,” Alec interrupted, starting to his feet. “Are you just going to let her stand there and call me names?” “Yes,” Jace said kindly. “It’ll do you good– try to think of...

That’s your truck parked up by the factory isn’t it?” Magnus pointed. “It’s awfully butch for a bookseller.

He slid his stele across the table toward her. “Use it.” “No,” Clary said, and pushed the stele back across the table at him. Jace slammed his hand down on the stele. “Clary-” “She said...

The implication was clear in the snap itself.

Mom. I have something to tell you. I’m undead. Now, I know you may have some preconceived notions about the undead. I know you may not be comfortable with the idea of me being undead....

Just because you said dragon demons were extinct—””I said mostly extinct.”Alec jabbed a finger toward him.”Mostly extinct,” he said, his voice trembling with rage, “is NOTEXTINCT ENOUGH.””I see,” said Jace. “I’ll just have them change...

Honestly, Clary, if you don’t start utilizing a bit of your natural feminine superiority I just don’t know what I’ll do with you.

Now this is really going to impress Valentine.””I don’t know,” Clary said. “Other crack teams get bat boomerangs and wall-crawling powers; we get the Aquatruck.””If you don’t like it, Nephilim,” came Magnus’s voice, faintly, from...

We need to talk. All of us About what we’re going to do now.””I was going to watch Project Runway.

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...

There was a small wooden gazebo built out over the water; Isabelle was sitting in it, staring out across the lake. She looked like a princess in a fairy tale, waiting at the top of...

Valentine!””You mean father. I despise this modern habit of calling one’s parents by their names.””What I want to call you is a hell of a lot more unprintable than your name.”- Clary Fray and Valentine...

Alec looked at her and shook his head. “How do you manage never to get mud on your clothes?”Isabelle shrugged philosophically. “I’m pure at heart. It repels the dirt.

I make rude gestures at nuns

Oh, you know. Jace reminds me of an old boyfriend. Some guys look at you like they want sex. Jace looks at you like you’ve already had sex, it was great, and now you’re just...

Because you’re lying to me. And you’re lying to yourself.” Jace’s eyes were blazing, and even though his hands were stuffed into his pockets, she could see that they were knotted into fists.

There’s no need to clarify my finger snap,” said Magnus. “The implication was clear in the snap itself.

I don’t hate you, Jace.””I don’t hate you, either.”She looked up at him, relieved. “I’m glad to hear that—””I wish I could hate you,” he said. His voice was light, his mouth curved in an...

Mundane humans create distinctions between themselves, distinctions that seem ridiculous to any Shadowhunter. Their distinctions are based on race, religion, national identity, any of a dozen minor and irrelevant markers. ~ Valentine

He clung to her more tightly, knotting his hands in her hair, trying to tell her, with the press of his mouth on hers, all the things he could never say out loud: I love...