He was standing leaning against the door frame; now he stood up straight. "How should I have kissed you? Is there an other way you like it?

When I think of you, and you are not there, I see you in my mind's eye always with a book in your hand.

I shall charm him with such force that when I am done, he will be left lying limply on the ground, trying to remember his own name.

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

Suddenly reminded, she clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh- Simon!" "No, I'm Jace," he said patiently. "Simon is the weaselly little one with the bad haircut and dismal fashion sense.

Despite the heat in her face, it felt as if cold needles of ice were running up and down her veins. "What are you doing here?" He drew back slightly, looking disappointed. "That isn't really an answer to my question, you know. I was expecting more of a "Hallelujah Chorus.' I mean, it's not every day your boyfriend comes back from the dead." "I already knew you weren't dead." She spoke through numb lips. "I saw you in the library. With--" "Colonel Mustard?" "Sebastian.

Jace knew he was being cruel, and he barely cared. Hurting people he loved was almost as good as hurting himself when he was in this kind of mood.