Well, you know, your mom gets like this sometimes," Simon said. "Like when she breathes in or out.

I'm a werewolf, not a golden retriever.

I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else someone who will never love you back, not the way I do.

Luke moved as silently as fog, while Maryse's heels sounded like gunshots on the marble floor. Clary wondered if Isabelle's propensity for unsuitable footwear was genetic.

One more thing," Jace said. "Is there a holy place around here?" “Good idea. If you're going to take on a lair of vampires by yourself, you'd better pray first.

Romanian? That's impressive," said Jace. "Not many people speak it." "Do you?" Sebastian asked with interest. "Not really," Jace said with a smile so disarming Simon knew he was lying. "My Romanian is pretty much limited to useful phrases like, 'Are these snakes poisonous?' and 'But you look much too young to be a police officer.

He was still stroking the inside of her wrist, his touch doing odd delicious things to her skin and nerves.