So when the moon's only partly full, you only feel a little wolfy?" "You could say that." "Well, you can go ahead and hang your head out the car window if you feel like it." "I'm a werewolf, not a golden retriever.

In the end that was the choice you made, and it doesn't matter how hard it was to make it. It matters that you did.

Well, hello there, Mother,” Sebastian said in a voice like silk. “Surprised to see me?

I want what you want. Whenever you want it.

You understand my music.

It's nearly full dark. We should go." "We? I thought you were going to leave me alone." "I lied," Jace said without a shred of embarrassment.

When Jace opened the greenhouse door, the scent hit Clary, soft as the padded blow of a cat's paw.