“There. She had thanked Sebastian. She waited for a bolt of lightning to shoot out of the clouds and striker her dead. But nothing happened.”

“She gritted her teeth. She was here with Sebastian, on her way to see a powerful warlock, and mentally she was maundering on about the way Jace smelled.”

“She turned to look at Sebastian, lying on the bed. He was shirtless, and even in the dim light the old whip weals across his back were visible. She had always been fascinated by Shadowhunters but had never thought she would find one whose personality she could stand for more than five minutes, until Sebastian.”

“For a moment she just stared, wondering if there were another girl staying here, or if Sebastian had taken to cross-dressing.”

“Aline: "He's cute, for a Downworlder"Sebastian: "You'll have to forgive her; she has the face of an angel and the manners of a Moloch demon”

“Will only looked at her. There had been light in his eyes on the stairs, as he'd locked the door, when he'd kissed her--a brilliant, joyous light. And it was going now, fading like the last breath of someone dying. She thought of Nate, bleeding to death in her arms. She had been powerless then, to help him. As she was now. She felt as if she were watching the life bleed out of Will Herondale, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.”

“Were you hugging Clary?" He looked at Sebastian in amazement.Sebastian shrugged. "She's my sister. I'm pleased to see her.""You don't hug people," Jace said."I ran out of time to bake a casserole.”