Scott noticed Will staring at it and grinned. "Like what you see?" Woolsey Scott asked. "I do enjoy these surprise midnight declarations. Go along, have at it.

Only mundanes say they're sorry when what they mean is "I share your grief,"' Jace observed.

Of course you realize you're leaving me in the position of being the one tell everyone - your mother, Luke, Alec, Izzy, Magnus..." "I guess I shouldn't have said there wouldn't be no risk to you," Clary said meekly. "That's right," said Simon. "Just remember, when your mothers's gnawing my ankle like a furious mama bear separated from her cub, I did it for you.

I'm not unhappy," he said. "Only people with no purpose are unhappy. I've got a purpose.

Having rock-star problems may be the closest I ever get to being an actual rock star.

Yes," said Will, "you two don't seem to have much in common, save for a penchant for demon women and evil.

"A date," Jace repeated. "Often a 'boring thing you have to memorize in history class," but in this case,' 'an offer of a n evening of blisteringly white-hot romance with yours truly.'"