The weapons room looked exactly the way something called “the weapons room” sounded like it would look. Brushed metal walls were hung with every manner of sword, dagger, spike, pike, featherstaff, bayonet, whip, mace, hook, and bow. Soft leather bags filled with arrows dangled from hooks, and there were stacks of boots, leg guards, and…

Clary comes to just enough for us to eavesdrop on someone saying she’s been unconscious for three days.  How convenient that she woke up at just that moment, then went coma again right after we got the relevant information.  Lord knows it wouldn’t have been nearly as dramatic if she’d come almost-awake while they were…

Apparently Clary stole something from Jace in the last chapter, and I was reading too fast to catch that one line.  He had a cell-phone looking device that isn’t a cell phone, and she wanted to call home on it, so she grabbed it from him and then took off.  He told her at the…

They arrive at the coffee shop and make some cruel jokes about how bad the poetry reading is going to be.  I’m willing to give a pass on this one, because they are 15 years-old, and poetry readings are painful.  Simon proves he is the nicest person in this book so far by refusing to…

The dark prince sat astride his black steed, his sable cape flowing behind him. A golden circlet bound his blond locks, his handsome face was cold with the rage of battle, and… “And his arm looked like an eggplant,” Clary muttered to herself in exasperation. The drawing just wasn’t working. Okay, I’m not an artist,…