You're Valentine's son. I'm sure you're the one the Queen really wants to see. Besides, you're charming. Maybe not at the moment.

I thought it'd be something cooler, like a van with 'Death to Demons' painted on the outside.

But you hate poetry! Yes, but you make me want to write it.

Were you thinking about eating me?

Pretty soon the only people left without a girlfriend will be me and Wendell the school janitor, and he smells like windex." "At least you know he's still available.

Because that was what you did with family when you'd been worried about them, you grabbed them and held on to them and told them how much they'd pissed you off, and it was okay, because no matter how angry you got, they still belonged to you.

Jace wasn’t exactly prone to random fits of panic