Wait." Clary was suddenly nervous. "The melted metal-it could be, like, toxic or something." Maia snorted. "I'm from New Jersey. I born in toxic sludge.

trying to read his face. It was like a book written in a foreign language she'd studied all too briefly.

You think she is pretty?' Will was surprised; Jem rarely opined this sort of thing. 'Yes, and you do too.' 'I hadn't noticed, really.' 'Yes, you have, and I've noticed you noticing.

Demon hunting and fashion," Clary said. "I never would have thought they went together.

There was an electric anger in his gaze, and a sort of challenge that made Simon long to hit him with something heavy. Like a pickup truck.

We don't require luck," said Will, "we have a heavenly mandate, after all. With God on your side, what does luck matter?

You're not gay, are you?" Simon's greenish color deepened. "If I were, I would dress better.