Eleanor

“Jace, Clary thought, was the sort of person who liked it when things were happening, even things that were bad”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“Are you threatening to kidnap me?"
"If you want to look at it that way," Jace said, "yes.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“Clary raised her eyebrows at Jace. "You hate bergamot?"

Jace had wandered over to the narrow bookshelf and was examining its contents. "You have a problem with that?"

"You may be the only guy my age I've ever met who knows what bergamot is, much less that it's in Earl Grey tea."

"Yes, well," Jace said, with a supercilious look, "I'm not like other guys. Besides," he added, flipping a book off the shelf, "at the Institute we have to take classes in basic medicinal uses for plants. It's required."

"I figured all your classes were stuff like Slaughter 101 and Beheading for Beginners.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

“Cucumber and bergamot," Clary said. "Is there anything else you hate that I ought to know about?"

Jace looked at Dorothea over the rim of his teacup. "Liars," he said.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones