I kick kittens. I made rude gestures at nuns.

There have always been readers throughout history who have been drawn to villains.

I have important business to get to. I plan to sulk all afternoon, followed, perhaps, by an evening of Byronic brooding and a nighttime of dissipation.

You have a dark heart in you, Valentine’s daughter,” he said. “You just won’t admit it. And if you want Jace, you had better accept it. Because he belongs to me now.

The way Magnus’ breath had sounded, rattling in his chest, before he’d said his father’s name.

Oh, I'll trust you," the boy told him carelessly. "It hardly matters. We are all betrayed sooner or later—all betrayed, or traitors." "I see that a flair for the dramatic runs in the blood," Magnus said under his breath.

One must look at the next step on the path ahead, rather than the mountain in the distance, or one would never reach one's goal.