I suppose you've always been amazing at this stuff."- Clary "I was born amazing." - Jace

Though Alec had never seen the occupants of the first floor loft, they seemed to be engaged in a tempestuous romance. Once there had been a bunch of someone's belongings strewn all over the landing with a note attached to a jacket lapel addressed to "A lying liar who lies." Right now there was a bouquet of flowers taped to the door with a card tucked among the blooms that read I'M SORRY. That was the thing about New York: you always knew more about your neighbors' business than you wanted to.

It will bring you light even among the darkest shadows of this world and others

Do you not tire of eternity? Do you not wish to end your suffering?" "By leaping into the Void? Not really.

Beauty fades, but cooking is eternal.

Sebastian never does anything just for fun.” Jace took Clary’s hand and pulled her toward him. “But I do.

Even more blood welled up and spilled down his arm, splattering onto the ground. “Camille’s carpet,” Magnus protested. “It’s blood,” said Will. “She ought to be thrilled.