“Maureen clapped her hands together. "Oh," she said in her elfin little voice. "It's pretty." "Pretty?" Simon looked quickly at the hunched shape on top of the concrete block. "Maureen, what the hell-”

“Suddenly reminded, she clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh- Simon!""No, I'm Jace," he said patiently. "Simon is the weaselly little one with the bad haircut and dismal fashion sense.”

“Miss Cecily," she gasped, and then her eyes went toWill. She clapped a hand over her mouth, turned, and bolted back into the house."Oh, dear," said Tessa."I have that effect on women," Will said.”

“You guessed? You must have been pretty sure, considering you could have killed me.""I was ninety percent sure.""I see," Clary said. There must have been something in her voice, because he turned to look at her. Her hand cracked across his face, a slap that rocked him back on his heels. He put his hands on his cheek, more in surprise than pain."What the hell was that for?""The other ten percent.”

“There must have been something in her voice, because he turned to look at her. Her hand cracked across his face, a slap that rocked him back on his heels. He put his hand to his cheek, more in surprise than pain. "What the hell was that for?""The other ten percent,” she said.”

“He took something out of his jacket and handed it to her. It was a long thin dagger in a leather sheath. The hilt of the dagger was set with a single red stone carved in the shape of a rose. She shook her head. "I wouldn't even know how to use that--"He pressed it into her hand, curling her fingers around it. "You'd learn." He dropped his voice. "It's in your blood."She drew her hand back slowly. "All right.""I could give you a thigh sheath to put that in," Isabelle offered. "I've got tons.""CERTAINLY NOT," said Simon.”

“she was glad she had been scarred. She said that whoever loved her now would love her true self, and not her pretty face.”