I'm here," she said, skidding to a stop. "Can we go now?" Sebastian insisted on helping her on with the coat. "I don't think anyone's ever helped me with my coat before," Clary observed, freeing the hair that had gotten trapped under her collar. "Well, maybe waiters. Were you ever a waiter?" "No, but I was brought up by a Frenchwoman," Sebastian reminded her. "It involves an even more rigorous course of training.

Is this the part where you say if I hurt her, you'll kill me?" "No" Simon said, "If you hurt Clary she's quite capable of killing you herself. Possibly with a variety of weapons.

I get a lot of inspiration from research in mythology and folklore, I find that stories people told each other thousands of years ago are still relevant now.

They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite

Demonic activity levels? Do they have a device that measures whether the demons inside the house are doing power yoga?

I am a badass, and I recognize that you, too, are a badass.

There is nothing quite like the moral absolutism of the young." -Hodge