"Jace's eyes sparkled, but he said calmly, "Not at all. the Silent Brothers can help her retrieve her memories.""You hate the Silent Brothers,"protested Isabelle."I don't hate them,"said Jace candidly."I'm afraid of them. It's not the same thing.""I thought you said they were libarians,"said Clary."They are librarians."Simon whistled. "Those must be some killer late fees."
"Is this the part where you start tearing off strips of your shirt to bind my wounds?""If you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked."
"Jace looked as if she had slapped him. "Why are you determined not to believe us?""Because she loves you,"said Valentine.Clary felt the blood drain out of her face."
"Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt."
"A diary with no drawings of me in it? Where are the torrid fantasies? The romance covers?"
"What's this?"he demanded, looking from Clary to his companions, as if they might know what she was doing there."It's a girl,"Jace said,recovering his composure. "Surely you've seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one."