I Would Rather Insult You Than Lose

By The Angel," Jace Said, Looking The Demon Up And Down. "i Knew Greater Demons Were Meant To Be Ugly, But No One Ever Warned Me About The Smell." Abbadon Opened Its Mouth And Hissed. Inside Its Mouth Were Two Rows Of Jagged Glass-sharp Teeth. "i'm Not Sure About This Wind And Howling Darkness Business," Jace Went On, "smells More Like Landfill To Me. You Sure You're Not From Staten Island?

Love Potions? For Will Herondale? T’aint My Way To Turn Down Payment, But Any Man Who Looks Like You Has Got No Need Of Love Potions, And That’s A Fact.

Alec Looked Horrified, As If She'd Asked Him To Put On A Tutu And Execute A Perfect Pirouette.

Words Were Weapons, His Father Had Taught Him That, And He'd Wanted To Hurt Clary More Than He'd Ever Wanted To Hurt Any Girl. In Fact, He Wasn't Sure He Had Ever Wanted To Hurt A Girl Before. Usually He Just Wanted Them, And Then He Wanted Them To Leave Him Alone.

[will Herondale] Would Say He Knew A Warlock Who Was A Better Friend, And More Worth Trusting, Than Many A Nephilim Warrior.