You snuck up on me,” she said. “I guess I’m not much of a Shadowhunter, huh?” Simon shrugged. “Well, in your defense, I do move with a silent, pantherlike grace.

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

You never cared that I was your sister before.” “Didn’t I?” His black eyes flicked up and down her. “Our father’s dead,” he said. “There are no other relatives. You and I, we are the last. The last of the Morgensterns. You are the only one left whose blood runs in my veins, too. You are my last chance.

It's not like a stab wound you can protect me from. It's like a million little paper cuts every day.

Love makes liars of us all.

Will turned around slowly, wiping blood from his face. "You're glaring at me," he said to Magnus. "You look like Church before he bites someone.

She still felt his gaze on her like the brush of a finger across the back of her neck, making her shiver.