Watching Jace hug Isabelle, she tried to school her features into a happy and loving expression.
"Are you all right?" Simon asked, with some concern. "Your eyes are crossing.

“Blood isn't love”

“Downworld?" Tessa echoed, puzzled. "Is that a place in London?""Never mind that…”

“There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until …”

“At least," she said, "you don't have to worry about rejection, Jace Wayland.""N…”