And the Clave wants to meet Clarissa. You know that, Jace." "The Clave can screw itself." "Jace," Maryse said, sounding genuinely parental for a change. "Language." "The Clave wants a lot of things," Jace amended. "It shouldn't necessarily get them all.

endless hope, endless disappointment.

Jocelyn recognized reading as a sacred pastime and usually wouldn't interrupt Clary in the middle of a book, even to yell at her.

what did wards matter when you could create your own reality just by drawing it?

She smiled smugly. “We came to an agreement, the duck and I.

very funny my sarcastic friend

My hair is naturally blonde... Just for the record. ~ Jace