Don't touch any of my weapons without my permission." "Well, there goes my plan for selling them all on eBay," Clary muttered. "Selling them on what?" Clary smiled blandly at him. "A mythical place of great magical power.

If there was an arrow speeding toward Will, I would be bound by oath to step in front of it.' 'Handy, that,' said Will.

Magic or nature, they were much the same thing to Magnus.

Well, thanks. It was nice of you to give me anything." The tension between them seemed to press down on her like humid air. "Better than a bath in spaghetti any day." He said darkly, "If you share that little bit of personal information with anyone, I may have to kill you." "Well, when I was five, I wanted my mother to let me go around and around inside the dryer with the clothes," Clary said. "The difference is, she didn't let me." "Probably because going around and around inside a dryer can be fatal," Jace pointed out, "whereas pasta is rarely fatal. Unless Isabelle makes it.

Are you threatening to kidnap me?" "If you want to look at it that way," Jace said, "yes.

I am dramatic,” said Will. “If I had not been a Shadowhunter, I would have had a future on the stage. I have no doubt I would have been greeted with acclaim.” Excerpt From: Clare, Cassandra. “Clockwork Princess.” Margaret K. McElderry Books, 2013-03-19T00:00:00+00:00. iBooks. This material may be protected by copyright.

Lightwoods,” Magnus said. “They always have to have the last word.