Suddenly reminded, she clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh- Simon!" "No, I'm Jace," he said patiently. "Simon is the weaselly little one with the bad haircut and dismal fashion sense.

Some Laws were meant to be broken.

He touched her as he usually touched his beloved violin, with a soft and urgent grace that left her breathless.

You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all.

It sucked to be old enough to want to know what was going on, but so young you were always dismissed.

Coaxing drunken Shadowhunters into making fools of themselves was a favorite occupation among the Downworlders, and this performance had been a tremendous success.

There are some mechanisms that are so—so broken that they cannot be repaired.