You are the Lightwoods — you are all that is left of the Lightwoods.

The letter I received said you had need of my particular talents, but I must confess that I have so many talents that I am not sure which one you require.

Temper us in fire, and we grow stronger. When we suffer, we survive.

And quit baring your fangs at me. It's making me nervous." "Good," Simon said. "if you want to know why, it's because you smell like blood." "It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury." Jace raised his left hand.

I have a feeling you're right, Sherwin.' 'Simon. My name is Simon.

The only alternative seems to be doing nothing…and doing nothing, I find, rarely accomplishes anything

It was only recently that Isabelle had realized other girls weren’t just for envying, avoiding, or disliking.