“Simon to die. Jace to live. Jonathon to retune. And you Valentine's daughter, to be the catalist of it all.”

“Just take the weapon you hold in your hand and drive it through his heart," Valentine's voice was soft. "One simple motion. Nothing you haven't done before."Jace met his father's stare with a level gaze. "I saw Agramon," he said. "It had your face.""You saw Agramon?" The Soul-Sword glittered as Valentine moved toward his son. "And you lived?""I killed it.""You killed the Demon of Fear, but you won't kill a single vampire, not even at my order?"Jace stood watching Valentine without expression. "He's a vampire, that's true," he said. "But his name is Simon.”

“Yes," Jace said, "I regret having disobeyed you."No! Clary thought, but her heart sank. Was he giving up, did he think it was the only way to save her and Simon?Valentine's face softened. "Jonathan-""Especially," Jace said, "since I plan to do it again. Right now.”

“Simon: 'You know men. We have delicate egos.'Clary: 'I wouldn't describe Jace's ego as delicate.'Simon: 'No, Jace's is sort of the antiaircraft artillery tank of male egos.”

“You invited him into bed?" Simon demanded, looking shaken. "Ridiculous, isn't it?" said Jace. "We would never have all fit.”

“Kyle is a werewolf?"asked Simon "Of course he's a werewolf,you moron"said Jace”