City of Bones: One Graphic Per Chapter
↳Chapter Eight: Weapon of Choice

"Have you seen those men before?" "No." She shook her head. "Never."
“Lucian seemed to know them. To be friendly with them.” “I wouldn’t say friendly,”said Simon. “I’d say they were suppressing their hostility.”

"They didn’t kill him outright," said Jace. "They think he knows more than he’s telling."

"Maybe," said Clary. "or maybe they’re just reluctant to kill another Shadowhunter." Jace laughed, a harsh, almost vicious noise that raised the hairs up on Clary’s arms. "I doubt that." She looked at him hard. "What makes you so sure? Do you know them?”

The laughter had gone from his voice entirely when he replied. “Do I know them?" he echoed. "You might say that. Those are the men who murdered my father."

City of Bones: One Graphic Per Chapter
↳Chapter Twelve: Dead Man’s Party

“Come in. And try not to murder any of my guests.”
Jace edged into the doorway, sizing up Magnus with his eyes.
"Even if one of them spills a drink on my new shoes?"
"Even then.” 

City of Bones: One Graphic Per Chapter
↳Chapter Eleven: Magnus Bane

He began to see that the falcon was beautiful that its slim wings were built for the speed of flight, that it was strong and fierce and gentle. When it dived to the ground it moved like light. When it learned to circle and come to his wrist he nearly shouted with delight. Sometimes the bird would hop to his shoulder and put his beak in his hair. He knew his falcon loved him and when he was certain it was not tamed but perfectly tamed, he went to his father and showed him what he had done, expecting him to be proud.

Instead his father took the bird, now tame and trusting, in his hands and broke its neck. ‘I told you to make it obedient,' his father said, and dropped the falcon's lifeless body to the ground. 'Instead you taught it to love you. Falcons are not meant to be loving pets: They are fierce and wild, savage and cruel. This bird was not tamed; it was broken.

Later when his father left him, the boy cried over his pet, until eventually his father sent a servant to take the body of the bird away and bury it. The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he learned: that to love is to destroy and to be loved is to be the one destroyed.

City of Bones: One Graphic Per Chapter
↳Chapter Four: Ravener

It was crouched against the floor, a long, scaled creature with a cluster of flat black eyes set dead center in the front of its domed skull. Something like a cross between an alligator and a centipede, it had a thick, flat snout and a barbed tail that whipped menacingly from side to side. Multiple legs bunched underneath it as it readied itself to spring.

A shriek tore itself out of Clary’s throat. She staggered backward, tripped, and fell, just as the creature lunged at her. She rolled to the side and it missed her by inches, sliding across the wood floor, it claws gouging deep grooves. A low growl bubbled from its throat.

She scrambled to her feet and ran towards the hallway, but the thing was too fast for her. It sprang again, landing just above the door, where it hung like a gigantic spider, staring down at her with its cluster of eyes. Its jaw opened slowly, showing a row of fanged teeth spilling greenish drool. A long black tongue flickered out between its jaws as it gurgled and hissed. TO her horror CLary realized that the noises it was making were words.

"Girl,"it hissed. "Flesh. Blood. To eat, oh, to eat."