Jace reached up to unzip his jacket. Simon-I dont care how hungry I am, I am not going to drink your blood again. Jace-Like I would let you.

He carefully maintained the blasé air of one who had been here before and had been incredibly well dressed that time too

I rather wonder what I am doing here. I enjoy city life, you know. The glittering lights, the constant companionship, the liquid entertainment. The lack of sudden monkeys.

When you find a man you wish to marry, Tessa, remember this: You will know what kind of man he is not by the things he says, but by the things he does.

Your angel cannot protect you against that which neither god nor the devil had made

I was hoping they would put up flyers like they do for lost cats." He said. "Missing, one stunningly attractive teenage boy. Answers to 'Jace' or 'hotstuff'." "You did not just say that." "You don't like 'hotstuff'? You think 'sweet cheeks' might be better? "Love crumpet'? Really? That last one's stretching it a bit. Though, technically my family is British-

You can only push the truth down for so long, and then it bubbles back up.