You're pining," said Jace.
Alec shrugged. "Look who's talking. 'oh I love her. Oh, she's my sister. Oh why, why, why—

If you're texting Magnus to say 'I think ur kewl,' I'm going to kill you.

Todo su cuerpo se estremeció, de la forma en que siempre lo hacía cuando la besaba. Nunca se aburría, cansaba, o se acostumbraba a ello, no más de lo que imaginaba que alguien se cansaría de una hermosa puesta de sol, música perfecta, o su libro favorito en el mundo.

... cuando se habían besado y besado y ella se había dado cuenta que el amor podía cortarte como el filo de una espada.

I like Clary," he said simply. "She always tries to do what's right, and she never lets anyone else tell her what right is. She reminds my parabatai that he wants to live. Occasionally I wish she'd take fewer mad risks, but if I hated reckless crazy-brave people, I'd hate..."
"Let me guess," said Simon. "His name rhymes with Face Herringfail."
Alec laughed and Simon mentally congratulated himself.

Every time I think I'm missing a piece of me, you give it back.