I'm afraid to answer that. I've heard that when I speak, it makes American women wish to strike me with umbrellas.

A sarcastic blond genie with a bad attitude. -Clary, pg.243-

Hello?" Isabelle called from the other side. "Simon, is your diva moment over? I need to talk to Jace.

Her name rang in Will's mind like the chime of a bell; he wondered if any other name on earth had such an inescapable resonance to it. She couldn't have been named something awful, could she, like Mildred. He couldn't imagine lying awake at night, staring up at the ceiling while invisible voices whispered 'Mildred' in his ears. But Tessa--

Get up, Imogen, and get yourself ready for battle. From now on, the orders around here are going to come from me." "And the first thing you're going to do is free my son from that accursed Malachi Configuration.

So, what are you?" "What I am is someone who doesn't want you to jump out of the window. The rest are details.

You stole a boat,” she snapped. “What am I doing with you, you boat-stealing lunatic?