While browsing Mundie Moms (a fan site for all things Cassandra Clare) I discovered a few teasers taken from Clockwork Angel. I thought I'd post them for you all to see:
Jem shook his head. "I don't think so. Perhaps you are the sort who would sacrifice yourself on the altar of principle, but I doubt it. Most of us do things for reasons that are more purely personal. For love, or for hate."
"Or for revenge," Will said. "After all, you've known about what was going on for a year now, and you only just came to us."
"That was because of Miss Gray."
-Clockwork Angel, page 191
"I assumed you'd have questions about Shadowhunters, given that you're currently inhabiting our sanctum sanctorum, so to speak. That book ought to tell you anything you want to know-about us, about our history, even about Downworlders like you." Will's face turned grave. "Be careful with it, though. It's six hundred years old and the only copy of it's kind. Losing or damaging it is punishable by death under the Law."
Tessa thrust the book away from her as if it were on fire. "You can't be serious."
"You're right. I'm not." Will leaped down from the ladder and landed lightly in front of her. "You do believe everything I say, though, don't you? Is it because I have a a trustworthy sort of face?"
-Clockwork Angel ARC, page 89
"I was dreaming too," she said. "I dreamed about your music."
He grinned. "A nightmare, then?"
"No. It was lovely. The loveliest thing I've heard since I came to this horrible city."
"London isn't horrible," Jem said equably. "You simply have to get to know it. You must come with me out into London someday. I can show you the parts of it that are beautiful-that I love."
"Singing the praises of our fair city?" a light voice inquired. Tessa whirled, and saw Will, leaning against the frame of the doorway. The light from the corridor behind him outlined his damp-looking hair with gold. The hem of his dark overcoat and his black boots were edged with mud, as if he had just come from outdoors, and his cheeks were flushed. He was bareheaded as always. "We treat you well here, don't we James? I doubt I'd have that kind of luck in Shanghai. What do you call Brits there, again?"
"Hear that Tessa? I'm a foreign devil. So are you." Will unhitched himself from the doorway and sauntered into the room. He flung himself down onto the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his coat. It had a shoulder cap attached to it, very elegant, and lined in blue silk.
-Clockwork Angel, pages 105-106, Tessa, Jem and Will