Pulvis et umbra sumsu." ~ Horace, Odes ("We are dust and Shadows")

If you don’t go after Luke,” Clary said, enunciating very clearly, “I, personally, will kill you.” For a moment Jocelyn looked astonished. Then she smiled. “Well,” she said, “if you put it like that.

I thought I'd lie on the floor and writhe in pain for a while," he grunted, "It relaxes me." "It does? Oh - you're being sarcastic. That's a good sign probably.

Alec looked horrified, as if she'd asked him to put on a tutu and execute a perfect pirouette.

One does no question miracles, or complain that they are no constructed perfectly to one's liking.

Her eyes met his, but she looked quickly away; entangling gazes with Will was confusing at best, dizzying at worst.

Kyle is a werewolf?"asked Simon "Of course he's a werewolf,you moron"said Jace