He took her by the shoulders and pulled her closer to him, his fingers knotting in the fabric of her dress. Even more than in the attic, she felt caught in the eddy of a powerful wave that threatened...
He bent to put his cheek against hers. His breath against her ear made her shudder with each deliberately spoken word. I have wanted to do this, he said, every moment of every hour of every day that I...
Great, Simon said. Maybe I’ll even make it back before my mother notices I’m gone. What’s the time difference between here and Manhattan?You have a mother? Aline looked amazed.
Gracious, that's a lot of bosom you're showing, Magnus went on blithely, gesturing toward Tessa with the burning tip of his cigar. , as they say in French, he added, miming a vast terrace jutting out...
Give me one good reason why I shouldn't chop him into worthless-bastard-themed confetti.--Isabelle Lightwood
For so many years she had wondered what her first kiss would be like - if he would be handsome, if he would love her, if he would be kind. She had never imagined that the kiss would be so brief and de...
For love is as strong as death.
Do you think…He raised his eyebrows. Do I think what?That Valentine might have drowned?Never believe the bad guy is dead until you see a body, said Simon. That just leads to unhappiness and surprise a...
Clary, Jace said again. You know: short, redheaded, bad temper.
But am I clever and right or clever and wrong?
Black for hunting through the nightFor death and mourning the color's whiteGold for a bride in her wedding gownAnd red to call the enchantment downWhite silk when our bodies burnBlue banners when the...
Are you implying that shreds of my reputation remain intact? Will demanded with mock horror. Clearly I have been doing something wrong. Or not something wrong, as the case may be. He banged on the sid...
And there are vampires, too? Werewolves, warlocks, all that stuff?Clary gnawed her lower lip. So I hear.And you kill them, too? Simon asked, directing the question to Jace, who had put the stele back...
And like lambs to a slaughter we shall follow...
And I would do it again. I love you, Jace Wayland-Herondale-Lightwood-whatever you want to call yourself. I don't care. I love you and I will always love you, and pretending it could be any other ways...
The kind of love that can burn down the world or raise it up in glory...
He said. I love you. Always.
It said.
Cleverness that comes too late is hardly cleverness at all?
Your friend's poetry is terrible, he said.Clary blinked, caught momentarily off guard. What?I said his poetry was terrible. It sounds like he ate a dictionary and started vomiting up words at random.