Catching sight of himself in the long mirrors that ran along the walls, he stiffened in shock...His eyes were surrounded by black shadows, his shirt smeared with dried blood and filthy mud... "Admiring yourself?" The Inquisitor's voice cut through his reverie. "You won't look so pretty when the Clave gets through with you." "You do seem obsessed with my look...Could it be that you're attracted to me?" "Don't be revolting...You could be my son.

Clary,” Jocelyn said. “I want you to meet Tessa Gray.

Something in him was broken, and through that break spilled a blind cruelty, a need to hurt and to push away

i told you he'd freak out, she siad. didn't i? ah, the i told you so, jace said. always a classy move

And I remind you of your mother now? I have got to look into a manlier cologne.

You're my brother." "Those words don't mean anything where we're concerned. We aren't human. Their rules don't apply to us. Stupid laws about what DNA can be mixed with what. Hypocritical, really, considering. We're already experiments.

We're called Shadowhunters. At least, that's what we call ourselves. The Downworlders have less complimentary names for us.