Black for hunting through the night For death and sorrow, the color’s white Gold for a bride in her wedding gown, And red to call enchantment down.

The boy was standing alone as though the broken glass all around him were a shining sea and he were an island.

You know what the worst thing I can imagine is? Simon had said. Not trusting someone I love.

But Magnus, he thought. You never told me. Never warned me it would be like this, that I would wake up one day and realize that I was going somewhere you couldn't follow. That we are essentially not the same. There's no "till death do us apart" for those who never die.

When to people tell the same lie..." "They are working together," Will finished

Love and lies can corrupt even the purest heart.

The horse grunted softly. He had huge teeth, Clary noticed uneasily; each one the size of a Pez dispenser. She imagined those teeth sinking into her leg and thought of all the girls she'd known in middle school who'd wanted ponies of their own. She wondered if they were insane.