The horse grunted softly. He had huge teeth, Clary noticed uneasily; each one the size of a Pez dispenser. She imagined those teeth sinking into her leg and thought of all the girls she'd known in middle school who'd wanted ponies of their own. She wondered if they were insane.

“I had always thought one could not be truly lost if one knew one’s own heart.”

“And if the Thames that ran beside them, sure and silver in the afternoon light,…”

“I guess it’s true what they say," observed Jace. "There are no straight men in …”

“One did not turn down an invitation from Saint Cloud. At least, one didn't if o…”