Speaking of hope, did you see that shot Alec got off with his bow? That's my boyfriend.

We are chained to this life by a chain of gold, and we dare not sever it for fear of what lies beyond the drop.

Downworld?" Tessa echoed, puzzled. "Is that a place in London?" "Never mind that," said Will. "I'm boasting of my investigative skills, and I would prefer to do it without interruption.

Ma'am," Magnus said, advancing. "I must counsel you not to exit the carriage while a demon-slaying is in progress.

"Yeah, well, you clearly also couldn't be bothered to call me and tell me you were shacking up with some dyed-blond wanna-be goth you probably met at Pandemonium. After I spent the past three days wondering if you were dead." "I was not shacking up," Clary said, glad of the darkness as the blood rushed to her face. "And my hair is naturally blond," said Jace. "Just for the record."

The only way that we can protect each other is if we are together. If we face things together. If we trust each other.

Take off your shirt." Jace raised his eyebrows. "I'm not going to attack you," she said impatiently. "I can take the sight of your naked chest without swooning." "Are you sure?" he asked, obediently sliding the shirt off his shoulders. "Because viewing my naked chest has caused many women to seriously injure themselves stampeding to get to me.