Somehow he managed to look cool despite the heat. It made Clary want to smack him.

Aren't you, uh..." Clary searched for the right word. "Reproducing?

Clary,” Jocelyn said. “I want you to meet Tessa Gray.

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.

Drowning yourself won't help, she told herself sternly. Now, drowning Will, on the other hand.

He played of love and loss and years of silence, words unsaid and vows unspoken, and all the spaces between his heart and theirs; and when he was done, and he'd set the violin back in its box, Will's eyes were closed, but Tessa's were full of tears.

His blue eyes were very dark...Will's were the colour of the sky just on the edge of the night.