Will you do me the honor of being my wife?

And I do wish she wouldn't sing about poisoning just after we have eaten.

Jace is in love with the idea of dying,” said Isabelle.

A patient, methodical sort of madman. The worst kind.

Don't." Clary raised a warning hand. "I'm not really in the mood right now." "That's got to be the first time a girl's ever said that to me," Jace mused.

Ladies' hearts are like china on a mantelpiece. There are so many of them, and it is so easy to break them without noticing.

She opened her mouth to answer, but he was already kissing her. She had kissed him so many times—soft gentle kisses, hard and desperate ones, brief brushes of the lips that said good-bye, and kisses that seemed to go on for hours—and this was no different. The way the memory of someone who had once lived in a house might linger even after they were gone, like a sort of psychic imprint, her body remembered Jace. Remembered the way he tasted, the slant of his mouth over hers, his scars under her fingers, the shape of his body under her hands.