He seemed only ... annoyed. Annoyed, and sweaty, and hot. "Yeah, well," he said, "the next time you decide to sneak out of our magically warded apartment through a door that shouldn't really exist, leave a note.

Hello?" Isabelle called from the other side. "Simon, is your diva moment over? I need to talk to Jace.

Alec muttered a retort into his coffee. It rhymed with something that sounded a lot more like "ducking glass mole.

Before Clary could respond, Jace’s eyes slid open. He looked up at the warlock, dazzled and dizzy. “What are you doing here?” Magnus grinned down at Jace, and his teeth sparkled like sharpened diamonds. “Hey roommate,” he said. -pg. 128-

What's the word for a perfectly reasonable fear of annoying idiots?

The warlock's gaze, on the flames, was remote and distant, as if he were looking back into the past. Simon couldn't help but remember what Magnus had said to him once, about living forever: Someday you and I will be the only two left.

Are you trying to get run over by a cab? Don't be ridiculous. We could never get a cab that easily in this neighborhood