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.

She still felt his gaze on her like the brush of a finger across the back of her neck, making her shiver.

Dear Alec and Magnus, How are you? Everything's just fine here. Thanks for you postcard with the picture of the Taj Mahal. It looks nice. Disregard my last few postcards. I see I overdid it. To make it up to you, I'm going to redecorate Magnus's loft for free. -Izzy

And of course Charlotte hasn't eaten a bit of dinner," Henry said, getting up. "I'll go see if Bridget can't make her up a plate of cold chicken. As for the rest of you-" He paused for a moment, as if he were about to give them an order-send them to bed, perhaps, or back to the library to do more research. The moment passed, and a look of puzzlement crossed his face. "Blast it, I can't remember what I was going to say," he announced, and vanished into the kitchen.

And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders.

Jace whistled. "Raphael is really having an exceptionally bad night." -Jace, pg.283-

i've never asked him but i'm sure he has a fairly stringent policy about random teenagers lurking in his strubbery