Raphael snapped, "This isn't funny." "That's why no one's laughing." Jace stood, hauling Raphael upright, jamming the tip of his knife between Raphael's shoulder blades.

Oh, good. You're starting to talk about yourself in the third person. That's not a sign of impending megalomania or anything.

Isabelle was holding an umbrella. It was clear plastic, decorated with decals of colorful flowers. It was one of the girliest things Simon had ever seen, and he didn’t blame Alec for ducking out from under it and taking his chances with the rain.

Of course I can see you. I'm not blind, you know. Oh, but you are. You just don't know it.

Sometimes.. Love just ain't enough- Luke Garroway to Clary

And quit baring your fangs at me. It's making me nervous." "Good," Simon said. "if you want to know why, it's because you smell like blood." "It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury." Jace raised his left hand.

He put his arms about himself as if he were cold. "I do not know who to be without him.