[...] He Tasted Like Snowflakes And Wine,

If I’d Just Listened—just Taken One Second To Listen—it Wouldn’t Have Happened

You're An Idiot." "i've Never Claimed To Be Otherwise.

Don't Panic, But We've Got An Audience." Clary Turned Her Head. Perched On A Nearby Tree Branch Was Hugo, Watching Them Beadily From Bright Black Eyes. So The Sound She'd Heard Had Been Wings Rather Than Demented Passion. That Was Disappointing.

I Saw Jonathan After He Faced The Fear Demon, You Know. It Showed Itself To Him As You. That Told Me All I Needed To Know. The Greatest Fear In Jonathan’s Life Is The Love He Feels For His Sister.

Jace: "i Guess We Better Move The Trash. We Can Start With The Dumpster," Looking Unenthusiastic. Clary: "you'd Rather Face A Ravening Horde Of Demons, Wouldn't You?" Jace: "at Least They Wouldn't Be Crawling With Maggots. Well, Not Most Of Them, Anyway. There Was This One Demon, Once, That I Tracked Down To The Sewers Under Grand Central--" Clary: "don't. I'm Not Really In The Mood Right Now." Jace: "that's Got To Be The First Time A Girl's Ever Said That To Me." Clary: "stick With Me And It Won't Be The Last.