When Jace opened the greenhouse door, the scent hit Clary, soft as the padded blow of a cat's paw.

That Jem makes beautiful things and I destroy them. That it really ought to be me dying and not him. I mean, what's the point of living if you can't even enjoy it? Yet Jem enjoys all the life he's got. It's not fair.

He had become a monster. You just couldn't see it...because it wore the face of a friend.

My favorite jacket is an emergency item. Much like myself, it is both snuggly and fashionable.

It was good to be here with Hem and Cecily an Charlotte, to be surrounded by their affection, but without her there would always be something missing, a Tessa-shaped part chiseled out of his heart that he could never get back.

Oh, I don't know. I prefer to think that when they're at home, the Silent Brothers are much like us. Playing practical jokes in the Silent City, making toasted cheese-" "I hope they play charades," said Tessa Dryly. "It would seem to take advantage of their natural talents.

That’s why girls have boyfriends. So you have someone to take you to boring functions.