Lips. There was something strangely, delicately indelicate about the word, like a kiss itself.

For the first time Valentine glanced down at the body of Brother Jeremiah. "I did kill him, and the rest of the Silent Brothers as well. I had to. They had something I needed." "What? A sense of decency?

Are you trying to get run over by a cab? Don't be ridiculous. We could never get a cab that easily in this neighborhood

I think he's jealous.

The horse grunted softly. He had huge teeth, Clary noticed uneasily; each one the size of a Pez dispenser. She imagined those teeth sinking into her leg and thought of all the girls she'd known in middle school who'd wanted ponies of their own. She wondered if they were insane.

A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers?

Jace, Clary thought, was the sort of person who liked it when things were happening, even things that were bad