Jace, on the other hand, looked like the sort of boy who'd come over to your house and burn it down for kicks.

How she still thought of Max every day and it was like someone had emptied her lungs of air, and she would catch at her heart, afraid she was dying.

Clary stopped wondering about peanut-fish-olive-tomato soup and started wondering what would happen if she dumped the contents of the pot on Isabelle’s head.

Don't you hate it? Not ever saying how you really feel?

Sweet pea?'" Alec said. "I was just trying it out." Alec shook his head. "No." Magnus shrugged. "I'll keep at it.

By the Angel, it just crushed Sophocles," noted Will. "Has no one respect for the classics these days?

Consider it a race to see who kills you first, Daylighter-Valentine, the other Downworlders, or the Clave.