Jace's eyes sparkled, but he said calmly, "Not at all. the Silent Brothers can help her retrieve her memories." "You hate the Silent Brothers," protested Isabelle. "I don't hate them," said Jace candidly."I'm afraid of them. It's not the same thing." "I thought you said they were libarians," said Clary. "They are librarians." Simon whistled. "Those must be some killer late fees.

Clearly,' said Luke, 'something's going on that I don't know about.' Simon looked over at him. 'Sometimes I think that's the motto of my life.

Tess?” A soft voice at the door; she looked up and saw Will there, silhouetted in the light from the corridor.

Maybe I want a black eye. Did you think of that?

Are you the one with the blue eyes?" "Actually, my eyes are usually described as golden...and luminous.

We seemed to be trapped in an episode of One Life To Waste. It's all very dull.

Memories did one no good, not when one knew the truth in the present. Will was beautiful, but he was not hers; he was anybody's. Something in him was broken, and trough that break spilled a blind cruelty, a need to hurt and to push away.