Simon I've been trying to call you, but it seems like your phone is turned off. I don't know where you are right now. I don't know if Clary's already told you what happened tonight. But I have to go to Magnus's and I'd really like you to be there.I'm scared for my brother. I never ask you for anything, Simon, but I'm asking you now.Please come.Isabelle.Simon let the letter fall from his hand. He was out of the apartment and on his way down the steps before it had even hit the floor.

Lord Montgomery considers nothing but his own desires," he said in a gravelly voice."I'll tell you something else. Lord Montgomery has a very large estate...and pretty extensive grounds, too."Isabelle giggled, and Simon felt the bed shake under them."Okay, I didn't expect you to get quite so into this.""Lord Montgomery always surpasses expectations.

Isabelle!" Simon called."Stop throwing clothes at me! Just because you're a Shadowhunter and I'm a vampire doesn't mean we can never happen. Our love is forbidden like the love of a shark and a - and a shark hunter. But that's what makes it special.""Oh?" Isabelle snapped."Which one of us is the shark, Simon? Which one of us is the shark?

There are ways in which we’re so alike. We’re reckless. We don’t think before we act. We’ll do anything for people we love. And I never thought how scary that was for the people who loved me until I saw

Something snapped inside Maryse. “He is not a Herondale. He is a Lightwood. Jace Lightwood. He’s my son.

Jace flushed a slow, dark red. "It's not like that. If I thought it would help the Clave-but it won't. She'll just get hurt-""Even if you thought it would help the Clave", Simon said, "you'd never let them have her.""What makes you say that, vampire?""Because no one can have her but you"said Simon

I don’t want to be Nephilim,” said Jace. “I want to be something else. Stronger, faster, better than human. But different. Not subservient to the Laws of an angel who couldn’t care less about us. Free.” He ran his hand through a curl of her hair. “I’m happy now, Clary. Doesn’t that make a difference?

They are pretty to look at," - Jace Wayland

Dear God . . . the dread hour is nigh." - Jace Wayland