I thought it'd be something cooler, like a van with 'Death to Demons' painted on the outside.

She'd been impressed by his looks at first--those sharply planed cheekbones and those black, fathomless eyes--but his affable, sympathetic personality grated on her now. She didn't like boys who looked as if they never got mad about anything. In Isabelle's world, rage equaled passion equaled a good time.

Will’s hand looked brown and sunburnt by contrast, their fingers dovetailed together like piano keys.

Magnus looked at her meditatively. 'I think,' he said, 'there isn't much that Jace wouldn't do for you, if you asked him.' Clary opened her mouth and then shut it again. She thought of the way Magnus had always seemed to know how Alec felt about Jace, how Simon felt about her. Her feelings for Jace must be written on her face even now, and Magnus was an expert reader. She glanced away.

You behave as if everything is funny to you, but you never laugh. Sometimes you smile when you think no one is paying attention.

She realized that this scarred, sarcastic boy, was gentle with the things he loved.

Everyone has choices to make; no one has the right to take those choices away from us. Not even out of love.