I thought I'd lie on the floor and writhe in pain for a while," he grunted, "It relaxes me." "It does? Oh - you're being sarcastic. That's a good sign probably.

Sebastian sighed an exaggerated sigh and swung the door shut. Clary stared at Jace. "What the f-" "Language, Fray." Jace's eyes danced. "Relax.

You'd better hurry up to the Gard and back. God knows what depravity we might get up to here without your guidance.

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

And I think that you do not understand that sometimes the only choice is between acceptance and madness.

Nothing less than 7 inches.

I have a suggestion," said Valentine to Luke, in a surprisingly even tone. "Let me guess," said Luke. "It's 'Don't kill me,' isn't it?