By the time Alec came back into the training room, Jace was lying on the floor, envisioning lines of dancing girls in an effort to ignore the pain in his wrists. It wasn’t working. ~pg. 317~

Rule number one of anime," Simon said. He sat propped up against a pile of pillows at the foot of his bed, a bag of potato chips in one hand and the TV remote in the other. He was wearing a black T-shirt that said I BLOGGED YOUR MOM and a pair of jeans that were ripped in one knee. "Never screw with a blind monk.

Jace, Clary thought, was the sort of person who liked it when things were happening, even things that were bad

Let me guess. Luke an Amatis are at the Accords Hall, having another meeting.” “Yeah. I think they’re having the meeting where they get together and decide what other meetings they need to have.

I hate that stuff. It tastes like feet." At that he smiled. "How would you know what feet taste like?" "I just know.

i told you he'd freak out, she siad. didn't i? ah, the i told you so, jace said. always a classy move

I dislike boats," Ragnor observed, looking around. "I get vilely seasick." The turning green joke was too easy. Magnus was not going to stoop to make it.