It's not gray," Clary felt compelled to point out. "It's green." "If there was such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood," said Jace.

I just don't see why the past has to matter.

Astriola. That IS demon pox. You had evidence that demon pox existed and you didnt mention it to me! Et tu, Brute!' He rolled up the paper and hit Jem over the head with it.

He was still stroking the inside of her wrist, his touch doing odd delicious things to her skin and nerves.

Suddenly reminded, she clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh- Simon!" "No, I'm Jace," he said patiently. "Simon is the weaselly little one with the bad haircut and dismal fashion sense.

We don't require luck," said Will, "we have a heavenly mandate, after all. With God on your side, what does luck matter?

Forever and ever, brother, hail. Forever and ever, farewell.