Cassandra Clare

He made a sound like a choked laughed before he reached out and pulled her into her arms. She was aware of Luke watching them from the window, but she shut her eyes resolutely and buried her face against Jace's shoulder. He smelled of salt and blood, and only when his mouth came close to her ear did she understand what he was saying, and it was the simplest litany of all: her name, just her name.

From the first time I saw you, I've belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me. -Jace

All that existed was Jace; all she felt, hoped, breathed, wanted, and saw was Jace. Nothing else mattered.

The Nephilim - the bogeyman for monsters, and all those who could be monsters.

Will looked horrified. "What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?

To love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be destroyed

The posters bore the words WITH THE PASSING YEARS COMES...IMPOTENCE! Magnus found himself staring at the posters with a sort of absent horror. He looked at Alec and found that Alec could not tear his eyes away either. He wondered if Alec was aware that Magnus was three hundred years old and whether Alec was considering exactly how impotent one might become after that much time.

I have come to understand something about novels," Tessa said."And what is that?""They are not true.

El hambre agudiza el ingenio,_ said Raphael.Hunger sharpens the wit.__ood proverb,_ said Magnus. __owever, like most proverbs, it sounds wise and yet does not actually clarify anything.

There's nothing wrong with George. It is not possible to find fault with George. He's a perfect Scottish angel. He always shares the snacks that his mother sends him and he's better- looking than Jace. There, I said it. I'm not taking it back.

Where is your angel now?

The more you try to crush your true nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.

I see that even as the world plunges into darkness and peril, you two stand around discussing your love lives. Teenagers.

Jessamine recoiled from the paper as if it were a snake. "A lady does not read the newspaper. The society pages, perhaps, or the theater news. Not this filth.""But you are not a lady, Jessamine---," Charlotte began."Dear me," said Will. "Such harsh truths so early in the morning cannot be good for the digestion.

Shouldn't we stand back to back or something?" "What? Why?" "I don't know. In movies that's what they do in this kind of_ situation.

Christina flashed a smile. "I shall ask a million questions of your purply-eyed so that Diana doesn't think about you and Julian or whether you might be at Mr. Rook's."I'm not sure he's a mister," Emma said, stifling a yawn. "I've never heard anyone call him anything but 'hey, Rook' or sometimes 'that bastard.

Actually," said Jace, "I prefer to think that I'm a liar in a way that's uniquely my own.

there is a fine line between sarcasm and hostility, you seemed to have crossed it. What's up?