It’s fascinating. You know all these words, and they’re all English, but when you string them together into sentences, they just don’t make any sense.

(…)I don’t know who I am. I look like Stephen Herondale, and I act like a Lightwood and I talk like my father- like Valentine. So I see myself in your eyes and i try...

He seemed only … annoyed. Annoyed, and sweaty, and hot. “Yeah, well,” he said, “the next time you decide to sneak out of our magically warded apartment through a door that shouldn’t really exist, leave...

It fills me with a sense of peace and well-being.

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.

Jace: Back from you breakfast meeting, I see. I bet you thought you were very clever, sneaking off like that. Simon: Medium clever. Like a cross between George Clooney in Ocean’s Eleven and those MythBusters...

In that case you have my permission to make out with her, as long as I can watch.

Not that.

Clearly, I am not afraid of the dark.

So you’re trying to make her happy despite the fact that the reason she’s unhappy in the first place is you,” said Simon, not very kindly. “That seems contradictory, doesn’t it?””Love is a contradiction,” said...