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

“JACE WAYLAND," she said. "Explain yourself."Jace was glaring at the cat. "I told you to bring me to Alec! Backstabing Judas."Church rolled onto his back, purring contentedly.”

“First, the candy and flowers, then the apology letters, then the ravenous demon hordes. In that order." -Jace Wayland”

“Sabes -indicó Clary-, la mayoría de psicólogos están de acuerdo en que la hostilidad es en realidad simple atracción sexual subliminada.-Vaya -exclamó Jace con despreocupación-, eso podría explicar por qué me tropiezo tan a menudo con gente a la que parece que le desagrado.”

“There was no Jace Wayland more real than the one he saw in her eyes when she looked at him.”

“If I have to tie you up and sit on you until this insane whim of yours passes, you are not going to Idris." (Jace Wayland)”

“This time Magnus answered it, his voice booming through the tiny entryway. "WHO DARES DISTURB MY REST?"Jace looked almost nervous. "Jace Wayland. Remember? I'm from the Clave.""Oh, yes." Magnus seemed to have perked up. "Are you the one with the blue eyes?""He means Alec," Clary said helpfully."No. My eyes are usually described as golden," Jace told the intercom. "And luminous.""Oh, you're that one." Magnus sounded disappointed. If Clary hadn't been so upset, she would have laughed. "I suppose you'd better come up.”