You're Valentine's son. I'm sure you're the one the Queen re... - Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes
"You're Valentine's son. I'm sure you're the one the Queen really wants to see. Besides, you're charming. Maybe not at the moment."
"You're Valentine's son. I'm sure you're the one the Queen really wants to see. Besides, you're charming. Maybe not at the moment."
"Everything changes in my life, and the world stays the same."
"I can't believe he didn't have the dignity and presence of mind just to get drunk and pass out in some gutter,"said Jace. "I must say, I'm disappointed in the little fellow."
"I thought I'd lie on the floor and writhe in pain for a while,"he grunted, "It relaxes me.""It does? Oh - you're being sarcastic. That's a good sign probably."
"You might want to lie down,"Magnus advised. "I find that it helps when the crushing sense of horrible realization sets in."
"How awfully convenient for you, regardless. And for him. He won't have to worry about you spilling his secrets.""Yeah,"Jace said. "He's terrified I'll tell everyone that he's always wanted to be a ballerina."