But it was mortality that made them what they were, the flame that blazed brighter for it's flickering

I was looking for Simon." Jordan squinted at her. "It's two in the morning." She shrugged. "He's a vampire." "But I'm not.

I'm not a man. I have no male pride for you to trick me with, and I am not interested in single combat. That is entirely a weakness of your sex, not mine. I am a woman. I will use any weapon and all weapons to get what I want.

There was a time I thought I was a ferret.

My boyfriend always says that if it weren't for him I'd probably get rid of my apartment and live nowhere, and he's right.

He kissed each finger, and with each one of them spoken a word. Five kisses, five words. His last.

Words were weapons, his father had taught him that, and he'd wanted to hurt Clary more than he'd ever wanted to hurt any girl. In fact, he wasn't sure he had ever wanted to hurt a girl before. Usually he just wanted them, and then he wanted them to leave him alone.