It Wouldn't Be My Move," Jace Agreed.

It Was Like A Bad Movie Except He Didn’t Actually Twirl His Mustache.” -jace To Maryse About Valentine, Pg.122-

For Five Years It Had Been His Absolute Truth. Jem And Will. Will And Jem. Will Herondale Lives, Therefore Jem Carstairs Lives Also.

Most Human Subjugates Are Young,” Said Will. “vampires Like To Acquire Their Subjugates When They’re Youthful—prettier To Look At, And Less Chance Of Diseased Blood. And They’ll Live A Bit Longer, Though Not Much.” He Looked Pleased With Himself. “most Of The Rest Of The Enclave Wouldn’t Be Able To Pass Convincingly As A Handsome Young Human Subjugate—” “because The Rest Of Us All Are Hideous, Are We?” Jem Inquired, Looking Amused.

For A Split Second Longer She Stood Motionless. Then, Somehow, She Had Caught At The Front Of His Shirt And Pulled Him Toward Her. His Arms Went Around Her, Lifting Her Almost Out Of Her Sandals, And Then He Was Kissing Her—or She Was Kissing Him, She Wasn’t Sure, And It Didn’t Matter. The Feel Of His Mouth On Hers Was Electric; Her Hands Gripped His Arms, Pulling Him Hard Against Her. The Feel Of His Heart Pounding Through His Shirt Made Her Dizzy With Joy. No One Else’s Heart Beat Like Jace’s Did, Or Ever Could.

Lawful Good To Lawful Evil!" Said Simon, Pleased. "he's Quoting Dungeons And Dragons," Said Clary. "ignore Him.