Something inside Clary cracked and broke, and words came pouring out. 'What do you want me to tell you? The truth? The truth is that I love Simon lik….

Do not regret too much the choices you have made in the past, Gabriel," she said, aware that she was using his Christian name, but not able to help i….

Tell me,” Isabelle said.“Who it was. That my father had the affair with..

I love round tables. They suit me so much better than a square..

Shutting your eyes and pretending something's not happening doesn't make it not true, Jace..

I hate ducks. Don't know why. I just always have..

Wait." Clary was suddenly nervous. "The melted metal-it could be, like, toxic or something." Maia snorted. "I'm from New Jersey. I born in toxic slud….

Growing up happens when you start having things you look back on and wish you could change -Clary Fray.

Doubtless the lunatic asylums of the world are filled with unfortunate women who have failed to see my charms..

When one steals a flying balloon and animates it to fly over Paris, one should, ideally, have some idea how said balloon normally works..

I love you Clary. More then I ever-- God. More than i probably should. You know that, don't you?.

Trains are great dirty smoky things," said Will. "You won't like it." Tessa was unmoved. "I won't know if I like it until I try it, will I?" "I've ne….

They all have always loved you, Will Herondale, for you cannot hide what is good about yourself, however hard you try..

Oh, good. You're starting to talk about yourself in the third person. That's not a sign of impending megalomania or anything..

Are you threatening to kidnap me?" "If you want to look at it that way," Jace said, "yes..

I was alive when the Dead Sea was just a lake that was feeling a little poorly..

Clothes were scattered across the floor in piles, a duffel bag open on the floor as if it had exploded. Isabelle's bright silver-gold whip hung from ….

Does anyone know why Will left?" Charlotte demanded, standing at the head of a long table around which the rest of them were seated. Cecily, her hand….

Simon turned to Jordan, who was lying down across the futon, his head propped against one of the woven throw pillows. "How much of that did you hear?….

Maybe he's lonely. Sebastian can't be the greatest company." "We don't know that. He could be absolutely fantastic at Scrabble," said Magnus..

We are one now, little brother, you and I," Sebastian said. "We are one..