I may be a killer," Jace said, "but I know what I am. Can you say the same?

He has become a worm. That is what I am telling you." "I don't suppose it would be possible," said Henry into the silence, "to, er, step on him?

She felt as if the world were tilting and she was clinging on helplessly, trying to keep from tumbling into a black abyss.

Well I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.

Lawful good to lawful evil!" said Simon, pleased. "He's quoting Dungeons and Dragons," said Clary. "Ignore him.

I love you, Tessa, and I have loved you, almost since the moment I met you.

That's the van? It looks like a rotting banana." This was undeniable - Eric had painted the van a neon shade of yellow, and it was blotched with dings and rust like splotches of decay.