She looked up from closing it to find Jace watching her through hooded eyes. “And one last thing,” he said. He reached over and pulled the sparking pins out of her hair, so that it fell in warm heavy curls down her neck. The sensation of hair tickling her bare skin was unfamiliar and oddly pleasant. “Much better,” he said, and she thought this time that maybe his voice was uneven too.

She jerked hastily back to avoid stepping on it, and her shoulder bumped his--he put a hand out to steady her, just as she turned to apologize and then she was somehow in the circle of his arm and he was kissing her.

Other crack teams get bat boomerangs and wall-climbing powers; we get Aquatruck.

Pointless, needless suffering and pain? I don’t suppose it would help if I told you that was the way life is. The good suffer, the evil flourish, and all that is mortal passes away.

Hello?" Isabelle called from the other side. "Simon, is your diva moment over? I need to talk to Jace.

Tell me, is he always really rude, or does he save that for mundanes?

The first one is always the hardest," he said. "The first?" "The first one you love who dies," he said. "It gets easier, after.