Our own Sleeping Beauty. Who finally kissed you awake?
The weapons room looked exactly the way something called “the weapons room” sounded like it would look.
Alec looked horrified, as if she’d asked him to put on a tutu and execute a perfect pirouette.
Demon slayers take the subway?
I thought it’d be something cooler, like a van with ‘Death to Demons’ painted on the outside.
If this is your idea of glamour, I’m having second thoughts about letting you make me over.
Clary wondered what exactly peanut-fish-olive-tomato soup tasted like.
He’s got a great sense of humor for a guy who never says anything.
Somehow he managed to look cool despite the heat. It made Clary want to smack him.
Don’t screech like that. You’ll wake the dead.
If only Simon were here. He could probably bore you to sleep.
Jace, on the other hand, looked like the sort of boy who’d come over to your house and burn it down for kicks.
Well I’d certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.
If you run into a psychic wall face-first, do you wind up with psychic bruises? -Clary, pg.239-.
A sarcastic blond genie with a bad attitude. -Clary, pg.243-.
Clary wondered how many boyfriends she’d turned into rats by accident. -Clary to Isabelle, pg.245-.
The missing stairs baffled Clary. What did vampires have against stairs? -Clary, pg.266-.
Jace whistled. “Raphael is really having an exceptionally bad night.” -Jace, pg.283-.
It was only recently that Isabelle had realized other girls weren’t just for envying, avoiding, or disliking.
Simon watched a kelpie skip past, carrying a glass of blue fluid, and raised an eyebrow. “It’s not like Magnus’s party,” Isabelle reassured him. “Everything here ought to be safe to drink.” “Ought to be?” Aline look worried.