Is your inner vampire different from your...outer vampire?" "Definitely. He wants me to wear midriff-baring shirts and a fedora." "So your inner vampire is Magnus?

The Clave thinks the wards will stand forever because they’ve stood for a thousand years. But so did Rome, till the barbarians came. Everything falls someday

Will began to straighten up, to turn away from the bed. And as he did, he felt something wrap tightly around his wrist. He glanced down and saw Jem’s hand braceleting his own. For a moment he was too shocked to do anything but stare. “I am not dead yet, Will,” Jem said in a soft voice, thin but as strong as wire. “What did Magnus mean by asking you if I knew you were in love with Tessa?

I'm the one who's always been there for you... not him!

You promise me, he said. That you love him. Enough to marry him and make him happy.

You might want to lie down," Magnus advised. "I find that it helps when the crushing sense of horrible realization sets in.

Dear me," said Will, and he took another bite of his apple. "Is it because I'm better-looking than you?