Simon kept pace beside Clary for a few moments without speaking before he said, “So what did I miss? Naked dancing ladies?” Clary thought of the male faerie‘s torn-open ribs and shuddered. “Nothing that pleasant.

I do not know two finer people and could not imagine better news. May your lives together be happy and long. Congratulations, brother.

Always ask for what you want, because the worst thing that can happen is embarrassment but the best thing that can happen is nudity.

Well, I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death." He blinked. "There is a fine line between sarcasm and outright hostility, and you seem to have crossed it. What's up?

You know what the worst thing I can imagine is? Simon had said. Not trusting someone I love.

Will interrupted. "Henry," he said, "you're on fire. You do know that, don't you?

Sometimes minor characters are based on people I know, on friends of mine. But I'm not writing a thinly veiled version of my own life.