Tessa, surprising herself, let out a gasp of laughter. Will looked at her, his mouth just beginning to quirk up in a grin. "I must be more amusing than I thought. Which would make me very amusing indeed.

Don't bother her, don't try to talk to her, don't even look at her, or I'll fold you in half so many times you'll look like a tiny little origami werewolf.

You might want to lie down," Magnus advised. "I find that it helps when the crushing sense of horrible realization sets in.

Exsanguinated," said Jace, impressed. "That's a big word." "And you're a big-" "Tsk tsk," he interrupted. "No swearing in church.

The way he looked at you. I got it then. He loved you, and it was killing him. He won't get over you, Clary, he can't.

Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.” “Blood isn’t love,” said Magnus, and his voice was bitter.

You know," Clary said, "most psychologists agree that hostility is really just sublimated sexual attraction.