She'd been impressed by his looks at first--those sharply planed cheekbones and those black, fathomless eyes--but his affable, sympathetic personality grated on her now. She didn't like boys who looked as if they never got mad about anything. In Isabelle's world, rage equaled passion equaled a good time.

Knowing is better than not knowing. Every time.

He kissed each finger, and with each one of them spoken a word. Five kisses, five words. His last.

My hair is naturally blonde... Just for the record. ~ Jace

You could know a man not by what his friends said about him, but by how he treated his servants.

I would die for you. You know that. I would die without you. If it were not for you, I would be dead a hundred times over these past five years.

Shotgun!" announced Clary as Jace came back around the side of the van. Alec grabbed for his bow, strapped across his back. "Where?" "She means she wants the front seat," said Jace, pushing wet hair out of his eyes.