She felt dirty all over and looking over Sebastian, sweat on his brow and his naked torso barely covered by the sheets, she had to swallow back bile at what she'd just done.

Oh, God, the lovebirds,” Magnus said, pulling the pillow off his face. “I hate happy couples.

The truth is that I love Simon like I should love you, and I wish that he was my brother and you weren't." - Clary

Just remember, when your mother’s gnawing my ankle like a furious mama bear separated from her cum, I did it for you.

"You guessed? You must have been pretty sure, considering you could have killed me." "I was ninety percent sure." "I see," Clary said. There must have been something in her voice, because he turned to look at her. Her hand cracked across his face, a slap that rocked him back on his heels. He put his hands on his cheek, more in surprise than pain. "What the hell was that for?" "The other ten percent."

All that existed was Jace; all she felt, hoped, breathed, wanted, and saw was Jace. Nothing else mattered.

What do you want?" "Just coffee. Black - like my soul.