She turned and looked at him. "Ducks?" she said again. A smile tugged the edge of his mouth. "I hate ducks. Don't know why. I just always have.

Simon stepped between them. “I’m not going to let you fight with each other.” “And what are you going to do about it if . . . Oh.” Jace's gaze trailed up to Simon’s forehead, and he grinned reluctantly. “ So basically you’re threatening to turn me into something you can sprinkle on popcorn if I don’t do what you say?

If I’d just listened—just taken one second to listen—it wouldn’t have happened

Do you often sleep tied to the bed?

What would you prefer? 'What did the Count eat today, children? One helpless villager, two helpless villagers, three helpless villagers….

If there is a life after this one, he said, let me meet you in it, James Carstairs.

So, technically," Simon said, "even though Jace isn't actually related to you, you have kissed your brother.