It won't be pleasant." "Nothing ever is.

Kissing Simon was pleasant. It was a gentle sort of pleasant, like lying in a hammock on a summer day with a book and a glass of lemonade

Can I help you with something?" Clary turned instant traitor against her gender. "Those girls on the other side of the car are staring at you." Jace assumed an air of mellow gratification. "Of course they are," he said, "I am stunningly attractive.

The light that burned twice as bright burned half as long.

"Simon,” said a voice at his shoulder, and he turned to see Izzy, her face a pale smudge between dark hair and dark cloak, looking at him, her expression half-angry, half-sad. “I guess this is the part where we say good-bye?

Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.” “Blood isn’t love,” said Magnus, and his voice was bitter.

It’s like a cotillion, this partners business, except with killing.” “So, exactly like a cotillion,” said Simon.