What you're blaming yourself for is being who you are. And that's no one's fault and nothing you can change.

Grief makes you feel alone, but you're not. I know you don't believe in-in religion-the same way I do, but you can believe you're surrounded by people who love you, can't you?

And next time you're planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders.

She wondered why she’d ever thought trusting someone who wore that much eyeliner was a good idea.

When Jace opened the greenhouse door, the scent hit Clary, soft as the padded blow of a cat's paw.

For as is often the happenstance with that which is precious and lost, when you find him again, he may well not be quite as you left him.

Clary found herself wondering if the forsaken were edible.