If only Simon were here. He could probably bore you to sleep.

Marry me," he said. "Marry me, Tess. Marry me and be Tessa Herondale. Or be Tessa Gray, or be whatever you wish to call yourself, but marry me and stay with me and never leave me, for I cannot bear another day of my life to go by that does not have you in it.

Alec drew his hand back with a low whistle. "The Inquisitor meant business." "Of course she did. I'm a dangerous criminal. Or hadn't you heard?" Jace heard the acid in his own tone, saw Alec flinch, and was meanly, momentarily, glad. "She didn't call you a criminal, exactly..." "No, I'm just a very naughty boy. I do all sorts of bad things. I kick kittens. I make rude gestures at nun

She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into his body: the map of a life of endless war.

In Paris one could have the eyes of a cat (as he did) and tell people it was a trick of fashion.

Take my hands,” Alec said. “And take my strength too. Whatever of it you can use to— to keep yourself going.

Jace, on the other hand, looked like the sort of boy who'd come over to your house and burn it down for kicks.