We are not our parents, Gabriel. We do not have to carry the burden of their choices or their sins.

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

You stole a boat,” she snapped. “What am I doing with you, you boat-stealing lunatic?

Would you like to meet him? I could summon him up in a trice of you like. Being a warlock, and all.

And second, keep in mind that you are a weapon. In theory, when you're done with training, you should be able to kick a hole in a wall or knock out a moose with a single punch." "I would never hit a moose," said Clary. "They're endangered.

If you love someone, you're not supposed to want them to come back. Better a peaceful sleep in the earth than the life of a zombie--not really dead but not really alive, either.

If it's the lack of forbidden you're worried about. You could still forbid me to do things." "What kind of things?" She felt him smile against her mouth. "Things like this.