Unless there was a reason for me to stay.

They landed at Simon's feet. "Take your clothes and go!" Isabelle shouted.

She knew she could not be Jem for Will. No one could. But slowly the hollow places in his heart were filling in.

What do you think it would have been like if Valentine had brought you up along with me? Would you have loved me?" Clary was very glad she had put her cup down, because if she hadn't, she would have dropped it. Sebastian was looking at her not with any shyness or the sort of natural awkwardness that might be attendant on such a bizarre question, but as if she were a curious, foreign life-form. "Well," she said. "You're my brother. I would have loved you. I would have...had to.

If you lay one hand on Simon, vampire, I'll have you chopped up into tiny pieces and fed to my cat. Understand?

So you're not going to speak tonight," Tessa said. "At all." "Not unless you instruct me to," said Will. "This evening sounds as if it might be better than I thought.

Suddenly reminded, she clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh- Simon!" "No, I'm Jace," he said patiently. "Simon is the weaselly little one with the bad haircut and dismal fashion sense.