Where did you get that?" Jace looked down and saw that the spider demon's poison had eaten a hole in his shirt, leaving a good deal of his left shoulder bare. "The shirt? At Macy's Winter sale.

The only one who gets to canoodle in my bedroom is my magnificent self.

You can’t just keep grabbing at me every time you see me. It’s not a substitute for actually talking.

If the marriage were valid, she'd be your sister-in-law.

Not enough," he said, letting her hair slip through his fingers. "If I kiss you all day, everyday, for the rest of my life, it won't be enough.

I think he’s handling it with grace. A lot of teenage boys would sulk, or lurk around under your window with a boom box.

I have a fetish for damsels in distress.” “Don’t be sexist.” “Not at all. My services are also available to gentlemen in distress. It’s an equal opportunity fetish.