I was looking for Simon." Jordan squinted at her. "It's two in the morning." She shrugged. "He's a vampire." "But I'm not.

You said you were going for a walk!? What kind of walk takes six hours?" "A long one?

He broke up with me." "Because you weren't in love with him. That's an iffy proposition, and I think he's handling with grace. A lot of teenage boys would sulk, or lurk around under your window with a boom box." "No one has a boom box anymore. That was the eighties.

Actually," said Jace, "I prefer to think that I'm a liar in a way that's uniquely my own.

Inanimate objects are harmless indeed, Mr. Mortmain. But one cannot always say the same of the men who use them.

I get the feeling," Alec said, and smiled, "she hasn't forgiven me for betraying you, as she sees it." "Good girl," said Jace with appreciation. "I didn't betray you, idiot." "It's the thought that counts.

Clary found herself wondering if the forsaken were edible.