Looking at him now-even if she hadn't been in love with him, that part of her that was her mother's daugher, that loved every beautiful thing for its beauty alone, would still have wanted him.

To my son, If you are reading this letter, then I am dead.

I like to listen to music that fits with what I'm writing. For each book, I've assembled a playlist, so readers can get a sense of what I was listening to while I was writing.

Truth is brighter than Light Falsehood darker than night Revenge is keener than Axe and Love is softer than melting wax

Was it weird hearing from Jace?" asked Simon, his voice carefully neutral. "I mean, since you found out..." His voice trailed off. Yes?"said Clary, her voice sharply edged. "Since I found out what? That he's a killer transvestite who molests cats?" No wonder that cat of his hates everyone." Oh, shut up, Simon," Clary said crossly.

How generous the universe could be, when he wanted to be!

I suppose you've always been amazing at this stuff."- Clary "I was born amazing." - Jace