You can't just call the Praetor. It's not like 1-800-WEREWOLF.
Wait a second, Clary said.I never understand why people say that, Luke said, to no one in particular. I wasn't going anywhere.
There are ways in which we’re so alike. We’re reckless. We don’t think before we act. We’ll do anything for people we love. And I never thought how scary that was for the people who loved me until I s...
Jace is in love with the idea of dying, said Isabelle.
If you never tell anyone the truth about yourself, eventually you start to forget.
I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else - someone, incidentally, who will never love you back....
My rapier wit hides my inner pain.
Something snapped inside Maryse. He is not a Herondale. He is a Lightwood. Jace Lightwood. He’s my son.
But they love each other. Isn't that what love means? That you're supposed to be there for the other person to turn to, no matter what?
You can take your Law, she said in a measured tone, and shove it right up your
Mothers,lock up your daughters, then lock up your maidservants, then lock up yourselves. Lord Montgomery is on the prowl
Alec is not a bunny rabbit. He's a shadowhunter.
She hated that little voice inside her head. Like the Seelie Queen, it planted doubts where there shouldn't be doubts, asked questions that had no answer.
You're a disaster for us, Clary! You're a mundane, you'll always be one, you'll never be a Shadowhunter! You don't know how to think like we do, think about what's best for everyone-- all you think ab...