NYC Institute has one. I'll show you sometime if you want.It's a date.It is maybe the least romantic spot in the Institute, by the way.You'll make up for that, I'm sure.(Jeez, get a locked room on unsanctified ground, you two.)

Sorry. Was it awful?”“Being a rat? No. First it was disorienting. I was suddenly at ankle-level with everyone. I thought I'd drunk a shrinking potion, but I couldn't figure out why I had this urge to chew used gum wrappers.

I don't remember everything," he said."Not yet. But I remember you."He brought her hand up, touched the gold ring on her right index finger, the Fair Folk metal warm to the touch."Clary," he said."You're Clary. You're my best friend.

But the name Magnus Bane made him think of a towering sort of figure, with huge shoulders and formal purple warlock’s robes, calling down fire and lightning. Not Magnus himself, who was more of a cross between a panther and a demented elf.

I'm Magnus." He smiled, showing blinding white teeth."Magnus Bane.""Are we long-lost friends, by any chance?" Simon said."Just wondering.""No, we never got along all that well," said Magnus."Long-lost acquaintances? Compadres? My cat liked you.

I love you, Clary," he said without looking at her. He was staring out into the church, at the row of lighted candles, their fold reflected in his eyes. "More than I ever--" He broke off. "God. More than I probably should. You know that, don't you?

And when I saw him[my father] lying dead in a pool of his own blood, I knew then that I hadn't stopped believing in God. I'd just stopped believing God cared. There might be a God, Clary, and there might be not. Either way, we're on our own.

He looked like the sort of boy who'd come over to your house to pick you up for a date and be polite to your parents and nice to your pets. Jace, on the other hand, looked like the sort of boy who'd come over to your house and burn it down for kicks.

He taught me there's a place on a man's back where, if you sink a blade in, you can pierce his heart and sever his spine, all at once,' Sebastian had said. 'I guess we got the same birthday present that year, big brother,' Jace thought. 'Didn't we?

This is the deepest wish of my heart?""Sure," Magnus said."Your father, proud of you. You, the hero of the hour. Me, loving you. Everyone approving of you."Alec looked over at Jace."Okay, what about the Jace thing?"Magnus shrugged."I don't know. Thet part's just weird.

Yes...and I'm worried that if you get into the habit of making out with your instructors, you'll wind up making out with him too.""Don't be sexist. They could find me a female instructor.""In that case, you have my permission to make out with her as long as I can watch.

He slid his stele across the table toward her. "Use it." "No," Clary said, and pushed the stele back across the table at him. Jace slammed his hand down on the stele. "Clary-" "She said she doesn't want it," said Simon. "Ha-ha." "Ha-ha?" Jace looked incredulous. "THAT'S your comeback?

Hell is cold. Do you remember when you told me that? We were in the cellars of the Dark House. Anyone else would have been panicking, but you were as calm as a governess, telling me Hell was covered in ice. If it is the fire of Heaven that takes you from me, what a cruel irony that would be.

And maybe I am a monster. I don't know the answer to that. But what I do know is that even if there's demon blood inside me, there is human blood inside me as well. And I couldn't love you like I do if I weren't at least a little bit human. Because demons want. But they don't love.

It wasn’t sexy," he said.“It was a little sexy,” Simon said. He felt much better, having fed, and couldn’t help but poke at Alec a bit.“It wasn’t,” said Alec.“I had some feelings,” said Simon.”"Do feel free to agonize about it on your own time.