Cassandra Clare

“JACE WAYLAND -exclamó-. Explícate.Jace miraba iracundo al gato.-¡Te dije que me llevaras hasta Alec! Traidor.”

“Los ojos oscuros de Simon estaban serios. -Confío en ti - afirmó-. No confío en él.[pp.148]”

“Lanzó la mirada hacia Jace, que andaba unos cuantos pasos adelante de ellos, aparentemente conversando con el gato. Clary se preguntó de qué hablarían. ¿Política? ¿ópera?¿El elevado precio del atún? [pp.148]”

“Tenía los ojos entrecerrados, como si medio esperara que ella le dijera que nada de aquello era verdad, y que Jace era en realidad un lunático peligroso del que ella había decidido hacerse amiga por cuestiones humanitarias. [pp.129]”

“Las cosas más terribles que hacen los hombres, las hacen en nombre del amor.”

“No te precipites - dijo-. Afirma no recordar haber tenido jamás la Visión ante de esta semana. Quizá...-A lo mejor simplemente soy de desarrollo lento -le espetó Clary-. Y no me mires burlándote sólo porque he dicho eso.[117]”

“¿En qué piensas? - le gritó. Sólo en lo distinto que es todo lo de ahí abajo ahora, ya sabes, ahora que puedo ver. Todo ahí abajo es exactamente igual.Eres tú la que es diferente. [Pp.504]”

“Just like an alley in New York -like every alley in the world, apparently- it smelled like cat pee.”

“So you speak French?" Isabelle sighed. "I wish I spoke another language. But Hodge never thought we needed to learn anything but ancient Greek and Latin, and nobody speaks those." "I also speak Russian and Italian. And some Romanian," Sebastian said with a modest smile. "I could teach you some phrases-" "Romanian? That's impressive," said Jace. "Not many people speak it." "Do you?" Sebastian asked with interest. "Not really," Jace said with a smile so disarming Simon knew he was lying. "My Romanian is pretty much limited to useful phrases like, 'Are these snakes poisonous?' and 'But you look much too young to be a police officer.”

“Hello?" Isabelle called from the other side. "Simon, is your diva moment over? I need to talk to Jace.”

“It doesnt hurt." "But my eyes do," said a coolly amused voice from the doorway. Jace. He had come in so quietly that even Simon hadn't heard him, he grinned as Isabelle pulled Simon's shirt down. "Molesting the vampire while he's too weak to fight back, Iz?" he asked. "I'm pretty sure that violates at least one of the Accords.”

“Ugh," he said after a few swallows. "Dead blood." Jace's eyebrows went up. " Isn't all blood dead?" "The longer the animal whose blood I'm drinking has been dead, the worse the blood tastes," Simon explained. "Fresh is better." "But you've never drunk fresh blood. Have you?" Simon raised his own eyebrows in response. "Well, aside from mine, of course," Jace said. "And I'm sure my blood is fan-tastic.”

“Good,” Simon said. “If you want to know why, it’s because you smell like blood.” “It’s my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury.” Jace raised his left hand. It was a glove of white bandages, stained across the knuckles where blood had seeped through.”

“The Silent brothers are doing nude cartwheels in the hallways”

“What would you prefer? 'What did the Count eat today, children? One helpless villager, two helpless villagers, three helpless villagers….”

“I promise to charm the dickens out of him,' said Will, sitting up and readjusting his crushed hat. 'I shall charm him with such force that when I am done, he will be left lying limply on the ground, trying to remember his own name.''The man's eighty-nine', muttered Jem. 'He may well have the problem anyway.”

“Gideon Lightwood said he was at the Institute in Madrid. What on earth was he doing there?''Faffing about, most likely', said Will.”

“You serve a greater cause. Your life is not yours to throw away (Magnus Bane)”

“Demon pox. There's always demon pox.”

“Where did you get that?" Jace looked down and saw that the spider demon's poison had eaten a hole in his shirt, leaving a good deal of his left shoulder bare. "The shirt? At Macy's Winter sale.”

“After all, it was never Darnay he quoted, only Sydney, drunk and wrecked and dissipated. Sydney, who died for love.”

“I thought... that we could at least talk about books.”

“The blood of Heaven binds you," said the Queen. "Blood calls to blood, under the skin. But love and blood are not the same.""Riddles," Clary said angrily. "Do you even mean anything when you talk like that?""He is bound to you," said the Queen. "But does he love you?”

“Knowing is better than not knowing. Every time.”

“What was the point in crying when there was no one to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself?”

“His fingers skimmed down her body, over skin and satin, and she shivered, leaning into him, and she was sure they both tasted like blood and ashes and salt, but it didn't matter; the world, the city, and all it's lights and life seemed to have narrowed down to this, just her and Jace, the burning heart of a frozen world.”

“She closed her eyes and jumped. For a moment she felt herself hang suspended, free of everything. Then gravity took over, and she plunged toward the floor. Instinctively she pulled her arms and legs in, keeping her eyes squeezed shut. The cord pulled taut and she rebounded, flying back up before falling again. As her velocity slowed, she opened her eyes and found herself dangling at the end of the cord, about five feet above Jace. He was grinning.'Nice', he said. 'As graceful as a falling snowflake.”

“Because', she said, 'your problems are not real problems. You're dating two beautiful girls at once. Think about it. That's like...having rock-star problems.''Having rock-star problems may be the closest I ever get to being an actual rock star.”

“If I was harsh with you, it was because I cannot bear to see you treat yourself as if you are worth nothing. Whatever part you might act to the contrary, I see you as you really are, my blood brother. Not just better than you pretend to be, but better than most people could hope to be.”

“I'm Magnus Bane." he went on in a soothing tone, stretching out his ringed hands. Blue sparks had begun to dance between them like bioluminescence dancing water. "I'm the warlock who's here to cure you. Didn't they tell you I was comming?""I know who you are, but..." Maia looked dazed. "You look so... so... shiny.”

“That sounds almost practiced, James Carstairs. How many girls have you made swoon with that observation?”

“She had taken him for granted, she thought with surprise and shame, watching the flickering candlelight. She had assumed his kindness was so natural and so innate, she had never asked herself whether it cost him any effort. Any effort to stand between Will and the world, protecting each of them from the other. Any effort to accept the loss of his family with equanimity. Any effort to remain cheerful and calm in the face of his own dying.”

“If You don't give readers what they want, they'll be mad at you. If you give them what they do want, they'll be even more mad at you.”

“I’m just saying that I think I chose the way I did in part because of you. Since I’vemet you, everything I’ve done has been in part because of you.”

“I can see why you like it here, there's a thin layer of nerd all over everything.”

“One of the things he loved about Clary was how easily caught up in her imagination she was, how easily she could wall herself away in illusory worlds of curses and princes and destiny and magic. Once he had been able to do the same... Now that the real and the imagined had collided, he wondered if she, like he, longed for the past, for the normal. He wondered if normalcy was something, like a vision or silence, you didn't realize it was precious until you lost it.”

“Will looking after her, sighed.not for her, he said under his breath, though there was no one to hear him, for me.... And he leaned his head against the cold iron gate.”

“It's okay to love someone who doesn't love you back, as long as they're worth loving.”

“His hands slipped from his throat, and he crashed to the ground like a tree falling."Oh, dear," said Pangborn, gazing at the fallen body of his comrade with fastidious distaste. "How unpleasant.”

“Has there ever been an Inquisitor who didn't die a horrible death?" Simon wondered out loud. " It's like being the drummer in Spinal Tap.”

“I don't care who her mother is," Magnus said. "You can't see me with out an appointment. Come back later. Next March would be good,""March?" Sebastian looked horrified."You're right," Magnus said, "Too rainy. How about June?”

“I don't see why its taking so long," Maryse was saying to Magnus "is that normal?""What's not normal is the discount I'm giving you."Magnus tapped the heel of his boot against the wall. "Normally I charge twice this much”

“But it was mortality that made them what they were, the flame that blazed brighter for it's flickering”

“Henry," said Charlotte, who seemed to have recovered from her shock, "if you set yourself on fire deliberately, I will institute divorce proceedings. Now sit down and eat your supper. And say hello to our guest.”

“I bet you thought you were very clever, sneaking off like that." "Medium clever, "Simon acknowledged. "Like a cross between George Clooney in Ocean's Eleven and those MythbBusters guys, but, you know, better-looking.”

“Perhaps," he said, "we should discuss our arrangements, then.”

“I have lost everything. Lost everything.Everything. - William Herondale”

“The more you try to crush your true nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.”

“But they love each other. Isn't that what love means? That you're supposed to be there for the other person to turn to, no matter what?”

“Jace set what he was holding down on the windowsill and reached out to her. She came to lean against him, and his hand slid up under her t-shirt and rested caressingly, possessively, on the small of her back. He bent to kiss her, gently at first, but the gentleness went quickly and soon she was pressed up against the glass of the window, his hands at the hem of her shirt — his shirt —“Jace.” She moved a little bit away. “I’m pretty sure people down there in the street can see us.”“We could …” He gestured toward the bed. “Move…over there.”She grinned. “You said that like it took you a while to come up with the idea.”When he spoke, his voice was muffled against her neck. “What can I say, you make my thought processes slow down. Now I know what it’s like to be a normal person.” “How … is it?” The things he was doing with his hands under the t-shirt were distracting.“Terrible. I’m already way behind on my quota of witty comments for the day.”