“I figured all your classes were stuff like Slaughter 101 and Beheading for Beginners."Jace flipped a page. "Very funny, Fray.”

“You may be the only guy my age I've ever met who knows what bergamot is, much less that it's in Earl Grey tea." "Yes, well," Jace said, with a supercilious look, "I'm not like other guys. Besides," he added, flipping a book off the shelf, "at the Institute we have to take classes in basic medicinal uses for plants. It's required." "I figured all your classes were stuff like Slaughter 101 and Beheading for Beginners." Jace flipped a page. "Very funny, Fray.”

“Clary raised her eyebrows at Jace. "You hate bergamot?"Jace had wandered over to the narrow bookshelf and was examining its contents. "You have a problem with that?""You may be the only guy my age I've ever met who knows what bergamot is, much less that it's in Earl Grey tea.""Yes, well," Jace said, with a supercilious look, "I'm not like other guys. Besides," he added, flipping a book off the shelf, "at the Institute we have to take classes in basic medicinal uses for plants. It's required.""I figured all your classes were stuff like Slaughter 101 and Beheading for Beginners.”

“Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.”

“Sebastian sighed an exaggerated sigh and swung the door shut. Clary stared at Jace. "What the f-""Language, Fray." Jace's eyes danced. "Relax.”

“They were old, their covers cracked and their bindings frayed, but as far as Gwendolyn was concerned that only made the words cocooned between their musty pages more precious.”