Clary," Jace Said Again. "you Know: Short,

Ladies' Hearts Are Like China On A Mantelpiece. There Are So Many Of Them, And It Is So Easy To Break Them Without Noticing.

What Would Demons," She Said, "want With Our Microwave?

Meet Me In The Courtyard In Half An Hour, Then,” Said Will. “i’ll Wake Cyril. And Be Prepared To Swoon At My Finery.

(...)i Don't Know Who I Am. I Look Like Stephen Herondale, And I Act Like A Lightwood And I Talk Like My Father- Like Valentine. So I See Myself In Your Eyes And I Try To Be That Person And I Think Faith Might Be Enough To Make Me Who You Wnat Me To Be." (jace, To Clary)

She Had Imagined Jace Leaping From The Bed In Astonishment And Gasping Something Like "egad!" This Didn't Happen-largely, She Suspected, Because Jace Had Seen Much Stranger Things In His Life, And Also Because Nobody Used The Word "egad!" Anymore. His Eyes Widened, Though.