And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders.

unfortunately, we're all out of bitter evange at the moment, so it's either tea or nothing

If the marriage were valid, she'd be your sister-in-law.

Something snapped inside Maryse. “He is not a Herondale. He is a Lightwood. Jace Lightwood. He’s my son.

Oh, I can never get enough. Which, incidentally, is what your sister said when--

Tessa is gone, and every moment she is gone is a knife ripping me apart from the inside. She is gone, and they cannot track her, and I have no idea where to go or what to do next, and the only person I can imagine speaking my agony to is the one person who cannot know.

I'll just have them change the entry in the demonology textbook from 'almost extinct' to 'not extinct enough for Alec. He prefers his monsters really, really extinct.' Will that make you happy?