“You know," Clary said, "most psychologists agree that hostility is really just sublimated sexual attraction.""Ah," said Jace blithely, "that might explain why I so often run into people who seem to dislike me.”

“He has many things I haven't got," said Jace. "Like nearsightedness, bad posture, and an appalling lack of coordination." "You know," Clary said, "most psychologists agree that hostility is really just sublimated sexual attraction." "Ah," said Jace blithely, "that might explain why I so often run into people who seem to dislike me.”

“So you really cant think of anyone else who might want to kill you?"asked Jace."Unlike in your case there arent actually all that many people who dislike me."said Simon.”

“Clary?” Jace tilted his head to the side, studying her face. “You do—you still love me, don’t you?” “I love Jace Lightwood,” she said. “I don’t know who you are.”

“Some burns," Clary said. "Nothing that matters""Everything that happens to you matters to me.""Well that certainly explains why you haven't called me back once. And the last time I saw you, you ran away without telling me why. It's like dating a ghost."Jace's mouth quirked up slightly at the side. "Not exactly. Isabelle actually dated a ghost. She could tell you--""No," Clary said. "It was a metaphor. And you know exactly what I mean.”

“Clary," Jace said again. "You know: short, redheaded, bad temper.”

“He grinned. It was a wicked grin, the kind that made the blood in Clary's veins run a little faster. "You want to go on a date?"Caught off guard, she stammered. "A wh-what?""A date," Jace repeated. "Often 'a boring thing you have to memorize in history class,' but in this case, 'an offering of an evening of blisteringly white-hot romance with yours truly.""Really?" Clary was not sure what to make of this. "Blisteringly white-hot?""It's me," said Jace. "Watching me play Scrabble is enough to make most women swoon. Imagine if I actually put in some effort.”