“He grabbed for the coatrack that stood by the door, ripped the coats off it, and flung the door wide, the rack held above his head like a javelin. On the other side of the door was Jace. He blinked. "Is that a coatrack?”

“The door buzzer sounded again. The two boys exchanged a single look before both bolting down the narrow hallway to the door. Jordan got there first. He grabbed for the coatrack that stood by the door, ripped the coats off it, and flung the door wide, the rack held aboe his head like a javelin. On the other side of the door was Jace. He blinked. "Is that a coatrack?"Jordan slammed the coatrack down on the ground and sighed. "If you'd been a vampire, this would have been a lot more useful.""Yes," said Jace. "Or, you know, just someone with a lot of coats.”

“the [coat] rack above his head like a javelin.On the other side of the door was Jace. He blinked. "Is that a coatrack?"Jordan slammed the coatrack down on the ground and sighed. "If you'd been a vampire, this would have been a lot more useful.""Yes," said Jace. "Or, you know, just someone with a lot of coats.”

“Jordan slammed the coatrack down on the ground and sighed. "if you were a vampire, this would have been a lot more useful.""yes," said jace. "or, you know, just someone with a lot of coats.”

“He was standing leaning against the door frame; now he stood up straight. "How should I have kissed you? Is there an other way you like it?”

“He strode to the wall and tore aside one of the velvet hangings. “You want to tell me what this is?” he demanded.“It’s a door, Jace,” said Clary.”

“Jace threw himself against the door. It didn't budge. He cursed. "My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health."-Jace to Clary, pg.284-”