“I don't care what you think. You're not my brother," Clary said. "You're a murderer.""I really don't see how those things cancel each other out," said Sebastian.”

“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?”

“Were you hugging Clary?" He looked at Sebastian in amazement.Sebastian shrugged. "She's my sister. I'm pleased to see her.""You don't hug people," Jace said."I ran out of time to bake a casserole.”

“You're my sister," he said finally. "My sister, my blood, my family. I should want to protect you"—he laughed soundlessly without any humor—"to protect you from the sort of boys who want to do with you exactly what I want to do."Clary's breath caught. "You said you just wanted to be my brother from now on.""I lied," he said. "Demons lie, Clary. You know, there are some kinds of wounds you can get when you're a Shadowhunter—internal injuries from demon poison. You don't even know what's wrong with you, but you're bleeding to death slowly inside. That's what it's like, just being your brother.""But Aline—""I had to try. And I did." His voice was lifeless. "But God knows, I don't want anyone but you. I don't even want to want anyone but you." He reached out, trailed his fingers lightly through her hair, fingertips brushing her cheek. "Now at least I know why."Clary's voice had sunk to a whisper. "I don't want anyone but you, either.”

“Now this is really going to impress Valentine.""I don't know," Clary said. "Other crack teams get bat boomerangs and wall-crawling powers; we get the Aquatruck.""If you don't like it, Nephilim," came Magnus's voice, faintly, from the truck cab, "you're welcome to see if you can walk on the water.”

“That thing that looks like me but isn't? He'll burn down the world if Sebastian wants him to, and laugh while he's doing it. That's what you're saving, Clary. That. Don't you understand? I'd rather be dead—”

“You're gorgeous," she said. Her hands slid around to flatten themselves against his chest. "You know that right?" "And I just don't care," she says"Isabelle, I don't think-Wait, What?”