There was something peculiarly gratifying about shouting in a blind rage until your words ran out.

“That demon woman you were lounging with on the divan,” said Will. “Would you ca…”

“I am Valentine's son. Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern. You never had any right…”

“I wouldn't cut you out of my life Clary, any more than I would cut off my right…”

“Whatever doesn't kill me...had better start running.”