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.

She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn’t feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into his body: the map of a life of endless war.

There must have been something in her voice, because he turned to look at her. Her hand cracked across his face, a slap that rocked him back on his heels. He put his hand to...

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...

I think he’s handling it with grace. A lot of teenage boys would sulk, or lurk around under your window with a boom box.

All I know is that I love you. And for the first time, that’s good enough.

She managed a smile. “You’re kind of pushy, you know.”He shrugged. “I have a fetish for damsels in distress.””Don’t be sexist.””Not at all. My services are also available to gentlemen in distress. It’s an equal...

So, ninety-five percent of the time.” She craned her head back to look up at time. “Ninety-five percent? What’s the other five percent?” “Oh, you know, the usual–demons I might kill, runes I need to...

He wished he could find a way back to believing, even though he knew better, that she was his to protect.

I love you,” he said.”I don’t say it often enough. I love you.

I was trying to make you jealous!” Simon screamed, right back. His hands were fisted at his sides. “You’re so stupid, Clary. You’re so stupid, can’t you see anything?”She stared at him in bewilderment. What...

Keep up,” said an irritable voice in her ear. It was Jace, who had dropped back to walk beside her. “I don’t want to have to keep looking behind me to make sure nothing’s happened...

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

I’ve noticed the Fair Folk often say ‘perhaps’ when there is a truth they want to hide,” Clary said. “It keeps you from having to give a straight answer.””Perhaps so,” said the Queen with an...

The implication was clear in the snap itself.

That thing that looks like me but isn’t? He’ll burn down the world if Sebastian wants him to, and laugh while he’s doing it. That’s what you’re saving, Clary. That. Don’t you understand? I’d rather...

When you told me the first time that Valentine was your father, I didn’t believe it. Not just because I didn’t want it to be true, but because you weren’t anything like him. I’ve never...

I swear, I almost died back there on that ship, you know.”He let her hand go, but he was staring at her, almost as if he meant to memorize her face. ” I know,” he...

Maybe it was true what the Seelie Queen had said, after all: Love made you a liar.

I’ve been wandering around all night—I couldn’t sleep—and I kept finding myself walking here. To you.

Magnus, standing by the door, snapped his fingers impatiently. “Move it along, teenagers. The only person who gets to canoodle in my bedroom is my magnificent self.””Canoodle?” repeated Clary, never having heard the word before.”Magnificent?”...

Don’t be with him, don’t want him, don’t go with him. Be with me. Want me. Stay with me.I don’t know how to be without you.

Don’t.” Clary raised a warning hand. “I’m not really in the mood right now.””That’s got to be the first time a girl’s ever said that to me,” Jace mused.

She pulled away. “That doesn’t make any sense.””Neither does this,” he said, “but I don’t care. I’m sick of trying to pretend I can live without you. Don’t you understand that? Can’t you see it’s...

But they love each other,” Clary said, appalled. “Isn’t that what love means? That you’re supposed to be there for the other person to turn to, no matter what?”Luke looked toward the river, at the...

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...

Well, I’m certainly not Ragnor Fell the exotic dancer.

Keeping demons from this world is your mandate, a mandate from heaven. And a mandate from heaven isn’t something you can just ignore.

then so am I.

Llegaste a mi vida y de repente tuve una verdad a la que aferrarme: que yo te amaba y tú me amabas.

You could have had anything else in the world, and you asked for me.”She smiled up at him. Filthy as he was, covered in blood and dirt, he was the most beautiful thing she’d ever...

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...

We’re meant to protect each other, but not from everything. Not fromthe truth. That’s what it means to love someone but let them be themselves.-Jace Wayland

Clary screamed out loud as he fell like a stone-And landed lightly on his feet just in front of her. Clary stared with her mouth open as he rose up out of a shallow crouch...

But I do.

There are no other relatives. You and I, we are the last. The last of the Morgensterns. You are the only one left whose blood runs in my veins, too. You are my last chance.

He seems to like you. I saw him going for your hand out there like a squirrel diving for a peanut.

But the person who stepped out of the front door was tall and thin, with short, spiky dark hair. he was wearing a gold mesh vest and a pair of silk pajama pants. He regarded...

Heroes aren’t always the ones who win. They’re the ones who lose, sometimes. But they keep fighting, they keep coming back. They don’t give up. That’s what makes them heroes.

Wait a second. Do you think that„s likely to be required?

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...

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...

It was at first almost as if he hadn’t wanted to kiss her. His mouth was hard on hers, unyielding; then he put both arms around her and pulled her against him. His lips softened....

Heroes aren’t always the ones who win,” she said. “They’re the ones who lose, sometimes. But they keep fighting, they keep coming back. They don’t give up. That’s what makes them heroes.