“I was hoping they'd put up flyers like they do for lost cats," he said. "Missing, one stunningly attractive teenage boy. Answers to 'Jace' or 'Hot Stuff.”

“Those girls on the other side of the car are staring at you."
"Of course they are," he said. "I am stunningly attractive.”

“Can I help you with something?"
Clary turned instant traitor against her gender. "Those girls on the other side of the car are staring at you."
Jace assumed an air of mellow gratification. "Of course they are," he said, "I am stunningly attractive.”

“A few said they'd be horses. Most said they'd be some sort of cat. My friend said she'd like to come back as a porcupine. I don't like crowds, she said.”

“I hope you guys are up for a fight. I hope you guys are game because I haven’t been putting up with 19 months of airplanes and hotel food and missing my babies and my wife — I didn’t put up for that stuff just to come in second.”

“"I forgot that's what gets you all hot and bothered, Jace. Girls killing things."
"I like anyone killing things," He said equably, "Especially me."”

“The Queen sniffed. "I rather miss your Jace," she said. "Of all of you, he was the prettiest and the best-mannered.”

“Because if you don't stand up for the stuff you don't like, when they come for the stuff you do like, you've already lost.”

“It's Simon, he's missing."


Ahh." said Magnus delicately "Missing what exactly?"


Missing!" Jace repeated "As in gone, absent, notable for his lack of presence, disappeared”

“I was going to put what birthday it was on the sign," he said, "but Jace said that after twenty, you're just old, so it doesn't matter anyway."
Jace stopped with his fork halfway to his mouth.
"I said that?”