I was hoping they would put up flyers like they do for lost cats." He said. "Missing, one stunningly attractive teenage boy. Answers to 'Jace' or 'hotstuff'." "You did not just say that." "You don't like 'hotstuff'? You think 'sweet cheeks' might be better? "Love crumpet'? Really? That last one's stretching it a bit. Though, technically my family is British-

Oh, God, the lovebirds,” Magnus said, pulling the pillow off his face. “I hate happy couples.

It wouldn't be my move," Jace agreed. "First the candy and flowers, then the apology letters, then the ravenous demon hordes. In that order.

Alec muttered a retort into his coffee. It rhymed with something that sounded a lot more like "ducking glass mole.

I should have guessed you were Jace's sister," he said. "You both have the same artistic talent." Clary paused, her foot on the lowest stair. She was taken aback. "Jace can draw?" Nah." When Alec smiled, his eyes lit like blue lamps and Clary could see what Magnus had found so captivating about him. "I was just kidding. He can't draw a straight line.

Oh God.” said Magnus, “they’re dead. They’re all dead!

No one told you to call your band Salacious Mold, my friend." "We're Millennium Lint now," Simon protested