"His fingers skimmed down her body, over skin and satin, and she shivered, leaning into him, and she was sure they both tasted like blood and ashes and salt, but it didn't matter; the world, the city, and all it's lights and life seemed to have narrowed down to this, just her and Jace, the burning heart of a frozen world."
"Simon: So were you following me? Or is it just an amazing coincidence that you happened to be on the roof of a building I was walking by when I got attacked?Jace: I was following you.Simon: Is this the part where you tell me you're secretly in love with me?"
"I just don't see why the past has to matter."
"You know, some people think Shadowhunters are just myths. Like mummies and genies."Kyle grinned at Jace. "Can you grant wishes?""That depends,"he said. "Do you wish to be punched in the face?"
"the [coat] rack above his head like a javelin.On the other side of the door was Jace. He blinked. "Is that a coatrack?"Jordan slammed the coatrack down on the ground and sighed. "If you'd been a vampire, this would have been a lot more useful.""Yes,"said Jace. "Or, you know, just someone with a lot of coats."
"It’s fascinating. You know all these words, and they’re all English, but when you string them together into sentences, they just don’t make any sense."