Get Over Here. Sheldon's Had An Idea."

Gideon Lightwood Said He Was At The Institute In Madrid. What On Earth Was He Doing There?' 'faffing About, Most Likely', Said Will.

The Front Door Shut, Leaving Alec Sitting In The Half-lit Garden, Alone. He Closed His Eyes For A Moment, The Image Of A Face Hovering Behind His Lids. Not Jace's Face, For A Change. The Eyes Set In The Face Were Green, Slit-pupiled. Cat Eyes.

We Had And Incident. I Took Care Of It." "really." Jace's Voice Dripped Sarcasm. "do You Even Know How To Use That Knife, Clarissa? Without Poking A Hole In Yourself Or Any Innocent Bystanders?

I’m From New Jersey. I Was Born In Toxic Sludge.

If You Run Into A Psychic Wall Face-first, Do You Wind Up With Psychic Bruises? -clary, Pg.239-