"We all thought you were dead."
“Hoped,” said Luke, still placidly. “Hoped I was dead.”
Maryse looked as if she’d swallowed something sharp.
If we don’t have a key-"
“One shouldn’t be necessary. An Institute should be open to any of the Nephilim who mean no harm to the inhabitants.”
“What if they mean harm to us?” Jace muttered.
Luke’s mouth quirked at the corner. “I don’t think that makes a difference.
Simon was alarmed. Jace hadn’t seemed perturbed, but knowing him, Simon had no doubt he could kill several people in a single morning and go out for waffles afterward.City of Ashes
You can’t wait for perfect behavior from everyone. Adults screw up too. Go back to the Institute and talk to her rationally. Be a man."
“I don’t want to be a man,” said Jace. “I want to be an angst-ridden teenager who can’t confront his own inner demons and takes it out verbally on other people instead.”
“Well,” said Luke, “you’re doing a fantastic job.
"I shut him up in Freaky Pete’s office after he nearly killed half of my pack with his bare hands. He wouldn’t talk to me, so"-Luke shrugged-"I thought of you." He looked from Clary’s baffled face to Simon’s. "What?"
“I can’t believe he came here,” Clary said.
“I can’t believe you know someone named Freaky Pete,” said Simon.
Clary half-closed her eyes. Why, oh why, had Jace picked a fight with a pack of wolves? What had possessed him? Then again, it was Jace. He’d pick a fight with a Mack truck if the urge took him.City of Ashes
The boy looked around the bar, slowly and with such a look of insolence that a flush spread over Pete’s face.
“I don’t see anything you need protecting from here,” said the boy. “Except some bad decor and a possible mood problem. But you can usually clear that up with bleach.”
“There’s a dead body outside this bar’s front door,” said Bat, enunciating carefully.
I don’t know why you’d remember something like that." She looked at him as if he’d accused her of something.
“You never sang to me.”
There was a barely perceptible pause. Then “Oh, you,” she said. “You were never afraid of the dark.”
“What kind of ten-year-old is never afraid of the dark?
He’d felt like a jack-o’-lantern for the past few days, as if his guts had been yanked out with a fork and dumped in a heap while a grinning smile stayed plastered on his face.City of Ashes
Alec looked at her and shook his head. “How do you manage to ever to get mud on you?”
Isabelle shrugged philosophically. “I’m pure at heart. It repels the dirt.”
Jace snorted so loudly that she turned on him with a frown.
I said mostly extinct."
Alec jabbed a finger toward him. “Mostly extinct,” he said, his voice trembling with rage, “is NOT EXTINCT ENOUGH.”
“I see,” said Jace. “I’ll have them change the entry in the demonology textbook from ‘almost extinct’ to ‘not extinct enough for Alec. He prefers his monsters really, really extinct.’ Will that make you happy?
Ronan, still in the ruins, looked over his shoulder at them. In the dim light of the flashlights, the tattooed hook that edged out above his collar looked like either a claw or a finger or part of a fleur-de-lis. It was nearly as sharp as his smile.
“I guess now would be a good time to tell you,” he said. “I took Chainsaw out of my dreams.”
Well," said Ronan, "I hope he likes it. I’ve pulled a muscle."
Gansey scoffed, “Doing what? You were standing watch.”
“Opening my hood.
When they ran back to the BMW, giddy and breathless with their crime, Ronan told Gansey, “This will all come out and bite you in the ass, you know, when you’re running for Congress.”
“Shut up and drive, Lynch.”
Horror was rising up inside Gansey. “You let him get trampled?”
“He killed Noah,” Adam said. “It’s what he deserved.”
“No.” Gansey pressed his hands over his face. There was a body here, a body, and it used to be alive. They didn’t even have the authority to choose an alcoholic beverage. They couldn’t be deciding who deserved to live or die.