There might be a God, Clary, and there might not, but I don't think it matters. Either way we're on our own.

“Look, did you ask me to come all the way uptown just so you could stare at me l…”

“Jordan followed, buttoning his jeans and muttering about how there was nothing …”

“There. She had thanked Sebastian. She waited for a bolt of lightning to shoot o…”

“That’s your truck parked up by the factory isn’t it?” Magnus pointed. “It’s awf…”