“We need to have an escape plan."""I'll shoot him," Bradley offered helpfully."He has your gun,"Mary replied. "Oh, then that won't work."Mary sighed. Somehow she didn't think that Bradley's warrior-police guy was coming back anytime soon. "So, how do your legs feel?" she asked. She felt a large hand squeeze her thigh. "Bradley, that was my leg.""Oh, sorry, but what a relief, I thought I had lost feeling in my legs.”

“I do not like Jeff from, There's A Boy In The Girls' Bathroom, because in the beginning of the story he was just pretended to be Bradley's friend which I thought was a little rude because Bradley needed a real friend that would help him.”

“oh my god, she couldn't help thinking. I have hairy legs and I'm going to die alone.”

“She had left her legs bare, and if he wasn’t mistaken, they had a slight sheen. He realized she’d caught him staring when she cleared her throat.“Are your legs...sparkly?” he managed to ask, feeling the need to explain since he’d been caught leering.“My body lotion has a little bit of glitter in it,” she said with a trace of diffidence.She seemed apologetic. For what, he had no idea.”

“She uses that shampoo,” he sighed. “What shampoo?” “The one with honey in it.” Ric’s eyes crossed. “Oh, my God.” “She was sitting in that tree, her leg bleeding out, and all I could think about was how good her hair smelled.”

“For a moment Clary thought she might fall; she felt as if something essential had been torn away from her, an arm or a leg, and she stared at Jace in blank astonishment-- what did he feel, did he feel nothing? She didn't think she could bear it if he felt nothing.”