I promise to charm the dickens out of him,' said Will, sitting up and readjusting his crushed hat. 'I shall charm him with such force that when I am done, he will be left lying limply on the ground, trying to remember his own name.' 'The man's eighty-nine', muttered Jem. 'He may well have the problem anyway.

Usually I'm remarkably good natured. Try me on a day that doesn't end in y.

For five years it had been his absolute truth. Jem and Will. Will and Jem. Will Herondale lives, therefore Jem Carstairs lives also.

she was glad she had been scarred. She said that whoever loved her now would love her true self, and not her pretty face.

Clary wondered what exactly peanut-fish-olive-tomato soup tasted like.

Cecy, what are you doing here?" She took a step forward, then paused on the threshold, glancing down at her bare feet. “I could ask of you the same.” “I like to talk to the horses at night. They make good company. And you should not be out and about in your nightgown. There are Lightwoods wandering these halls.

When two people are at one in their inmost hearts, they shatter even the strength of iron or bronze.