It's all very romantic," Gabriel said, and then frowned. "Or it would be, if my brother could get a word out without sounding like a choking frog. I fear he will not go down in history as one of the world's greatest wooers of women.

But that was Isabelle — if there was a boy around and blame that needed to be pinned on someone, Isabelle would pin it on him

There is a coldness to the Clave, it is true. We are dust and shadows. But you are like the heroes of ancient times, like Achilles and Jason.” “Achilles was murdered with a poisoned arrow, and Jason died alone, killed by his own rotting ship. Such is the fate of heroes; the Angel knows why anyone would want to be one.

When the soul has left the body, it belongs to death. And it cannot be taken back without a price.

Drowning yourself won't help, she told herself sternly. Now, drowning Will, on the other hand.

And the Clave wants to meet Clarissa. You know that, Jace." "The Clave can screw itself." "Jace," Maryse said, sounding genuinely parental for a change. "Language." "The Clave wants a lot of things," Jace amended. "It shouldn't necessarily get them all.

Jem drew back from her, looking dazed. "By the Angel," he said. "Perhaps we do need a chaperon.