She had never thought about her name much before, but when he said it, it was as if she were hearing it for the first time - the hard T, the caress of the double S, the way it seemed to end on a breath.

Love makes liars of us all.

But God knows, I don't want anyone but you. I don't even want to want anyone but you.

Luke moved as silently as fog, while Maryse's heels sounded like gunshots on the marble floor. Clary wondered if Isabelle's propensity for unsuitable footwear was genetic.

Alec looked merely irritated by this comment. "The only way you could raise enough money to hire Magnus by selling lemonade is if you put meth in it.

Max," Jace said. "Max, I’m so sorry.

I hate ducks. Don't know why. I just always have.