“Kissing Simon was pleasant. It was a gentle sort of pleasant, like lying in a hammock on a summer day with a book and a glass of lemonade”

“Kissing you is pleasant. Like lying in a hammock on a summer day with a book and a glass of lemonade.”

“It won't be pleasant.""Nothing ever is.”

“Simon kept pace beside Clary for a few moments without speaking before he said, “So what did I miss? Naked dancing ladies?”Clary thought of the male faerie‘s torn-open ribs and shuddered. “Nothing that pleasant.”

“Simon rolled his eyes. “It’s a good thing we know the person who’s dating Magnus Bane,” he said. “Otherwise, I get the feeling we’d all just lie around all the time wondering what the hell to do next. Or trying to raise the money to hire him by selling lemonade or something.”Alec looked merely irritated by this comment. “The only way you could raise enough money to hire Magnus by selling lemonade is if you put meth in it.”

“Well I'd certainly hate to interrupt your pleasant night stroll with my sudden death.”

“There was an electric anger in his gaze, and a sort of challenge that made Simon long to hit him with something heavy. Like a pickup truck.”