“Finally, realization dawned.I belonged to Luke. I was Luke’s woman.Hell, I had probably been born to be Luke’s woman (if you believed that kind of shit).”

“I came to realize that it hadn’t really been up to me to chase after him. It had been Luke’s choice not to staywith me.”

“When Luke’s ready, mark my words, he’ll get his own f**kin’ woman and God save us all.”

“Jumpin’ Jehosafats, I think I just creamed my pants,” Annette whispered, staring at Luke. Luke’s eyes locked on me. He lifted his hand and crooked his finger. “I was wrong about before. Now, I’ve definitely creamed my pants,” Annette breathed.”

“Oh my goodness, Luke’s massaging your arm! Isn’t that sweet? Good Ava trilled in my ear. Jump him! Rip his pants off! Bad Ava shouted in my other ear.”

“The moment the door opened, Jace seized up a yellow pencil lying on the desk and threw it. It sailed through the air and struck the wall just next to Luke's head, where it stuck, vibrating. Luke's eyes widened.Jace smiled faintly. "Sorry, I didn't realize it was you."...Luke indicated Simon and Clary with a wave of his hand. "I brought some people to see you."Jace's eyes moved to them. They were as black as if they had been painted on. "Unfortunately," he said, "I only had the one pencil."-Jace & Luke, pg.43-”