Are you the one with the blue eyes?" "Actually, my eyes are usually described as golden...and luminous.
Cassandra ClareRagnor looked very regretful about all the choices that had led him to his being in this place and especially in this company
Cassandra ClareSimon: 'You know men. We have delicate egos.' Clary: 'I wouldn't describe Jace's ego as delicate.' Simon: 'No, Jace's is sort of the antiaircraft artillery tank of male egos.
Cassandra ClareWe're called Shadowhunters. At least, that's what we call ourselves. The Downworlders have less complimentary names for us.
Cassandra ClareIt was dark in the alcove, so dark that Jace was only an outline of shadows and gold. His body pinned Clary's to the wall. His hands slid down along her body and reached the end of her dress, drawing it up along her legs. "What are you doing?" She whispered. "Jace?" He looked at her. The peculiar light in the club turned his eyes an array of fractured colors. His smile was wicked. "You can tell me to stop whenever you want," he said. "But you won't.
Cassandra Clare