If one could look this fabulous, one had an obligation to.

Henry's breath hissed out through his teeth. That ba-bad man, he finished, with a quick glance at Cecily, who rolled her eyes.

No," Jace agreed. "We don't fly. We break and enter.

He had to think he was Michael Wayland’s son, or the Lightwoods would not have protected him as they did. It was Michael they owed a debt to, not me. It was on Michael’s account that they loved him, not mine.” “Maybe they loved him on his own account,” said Clary.

Love did not overcome everything. Love did not always endure. All you had could be taken away, love could be the last thing you had, and then love could be taken too.

You had to know a person well to make them laugh like that.

Tea. I find that both settles the stomach and concentrates the mind. Wonderful drink, tea.