She had a plan. Even if it was a little insane.

But how do they get inside?" "They fly," Jace said, and indicated the upper floors of the building. [...] "We don't fly," Clary felt impelled to point out. "No," Jace agreed. "We don't fly. We break and enter." He started across the street toward the hotel. "Flying sounds like more fun," Clary said, hurrying to catch up with him. "Right now everything sounds like more fun.

So it's true. You can walk in sunlight. I thought perhaps it might have worn off." "If I feel the urge to burst into flames, I'll let you know.

I know I told you once that whether God exists or not, we're on our own. But when I'm with you, I'm not.

Other people have shrubbery in their gardens. You have a bottomless pit.

He is bound to you,” said the Queen. “But does he love you?

Something in him was broken, and through that break spilled a blind cruelty, a need to hurt and to push away