Church was doing what he often did when dropped - lying on his back with all four legs in the air, pretending to be dead in order to induce guilt in his owners.

Clary sat back. "You don't just get to say no." "This plan involves me! I get to say no! No." "Simon -" Simon patted the seat beside him as if someone were sitting there. "Let me introduce you to my good friend No.

I think he’s handling it with grace. A lot of teenage boys would sulk, or lurk around under your window with a boom box.

I can't get enough adventure," Magnus said lightly. "And adventure cannot get enough of me.

Gracious," said Cecily. "You must be Mr. Sallows." "Nephilim," observed the shop owner gloomily. "I detest Nephilim." "Hmph," said Cecily. "Charmed, I'm sure.

I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else someone who will never love you back, not the way I do.

I am catastrophically in love with you.