“You'd better hurry up to the Gard and back. God knows what depravity we might get up to here without your guidance.”

“Lord Raziel. Surely yoy would not have allowed such a thing as a ritual by wich you might be summoned to exist if you did not intend to be summoned. We Nephilim are your children. We need your guidance”

“Hodge says he's on his way and he hopes you can both manage to cling to your flickering sparks of life until he gets here," she told Simon and Jace. "Or something like that.""I wish he'd hurry," Jace said crossly. He was sitting up in bed against a pair of fluffed white pillows, still wearing his filthy clothes."Why? Does it hurt?" Clary asked."No. I have a high pain threshold. In fact, it's less of a threshold and more of a large and tastefully decorated foyer. But I do get easily bored." He squinted at her. "Do you remember back at the hotel when you promised that if we lived, you'd get dressed up in a nurse's outfit and give me a sponge bath?""Actually, I think you misheard," Clary said. "It was Simon who promised you the sponge bath."Jace looked involuntarily over at Simon, who smiled at him widely. "As soon as I'm back on my feet, handsome.”

“Everything we need to know is locked up in your head, under those pretty red curls."Clary reached up to touch her hair protectively. "I dont think-""So what are you going to do?" Simon asked sharply. "Cut her head open to get at it?”

“And then you'd turn to me and smile that funny smile, and I know you'd forgotten all about me and just remembered -- but I was never mad at you. Half of your attention is better than all of anyone else's.”

“Hurry up, mundie boy, we've got work to do.”

“Of course, the guests were also staring because they know of my relationship with Camille, and are wondering what we might be doing here in the library... alone." He wiggled his eyebrows at Tessa.”