She had fallen asleep with her head on his arm, the clockwork angel, still around her throat, resting against his shoulder just to the left of his collarbone. As she moved away, the clockwork angel slipped free and she saw to her surprise that where it had lain against his skin it had left a mark behind, no bigger than a shilling, in the shape of a pale white star.

You would make a very ugly woman" "I would not. I would be stunning

She had loved him for such a long time, she thought. How was it that she did now know him at all?

You can tell me to stop any time you want, but you won't.

Beautiful girls should know how to defend themselves against the advances of gentlemen.

I was trying to make you jealous!" Simon screamed, right back. His hands were fisted at his sides. "You're so stupid, Clary. You're so stupid, can't you see anything?" She stared at him in bewilderment. What on earth did he mean? "Trying to make me jealous? Why would you try to do that?" She saw immediately that this was the worst thing she could have asked him. "Because," he said, so bitterly that it shocked her, "I've been in love with you for ten years, so I thought it seemed like the time to find out whether you felt the same about me. Which, I guess you don't.

Tessa touched his wrist lightly with her hand. "Be brave," she said. "It's not a duck, is it?