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.
Poor you, you have two cute girls vying for your love. Your life is hard.
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.
I think I gave Alec a complex about what kind of fighter he was, just because he wanted to live.
Consider it a race to see who kills you first, Daylighter-Valentine, the other Downworlders, or the Clave.
Goodness, real goodness, has it’s own sort of cruelty to it.
Only Jace, Clary thought, could look cool in pajama bottoms and an old T-shirt, but he pulled it off, probably through sheer force of will. -pg. 329-.
Sometimes, when I have to do something I don’t want to do, I pretend I’m a character from a book. It’s easier to know what they would do.