“What did you do to Amma?""I was late to school." He studied my face. I studied his."Number 2?" I nodded. "Sharp?""Started out sharp and then she sharpened it.”
“I ran out the door but it was to late..... i felt a sharp pain in my back as i heard the gun shoot”
“How did you kill the Ashman in the forest last year?”“I shot him with an arrow.”“What kind of arrow?”“A sharp one.”Nate rolled his eyes. “Really, dude? A sharp one?”
“I know not to trust anyone," I say. "Except..." Holly studies my face. "You do fancy him, don't you? What a strange, wonderful, repressed place this is.”
“When we studied them, excellent performers were rarely well rounded. On the contrary, they were sharp.”
“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.”