He shone all over. Only Magnus, Simon thought resignedly, would have access to sequined battle armor.

Are you the one with the blue eyes?" "Actually, my eyes are usually described as golden...and luminous.

I may be a killer," Jace said, "but I know what I am. Can you say the same?

Tessa looked quickly to Will, but he only crossed the room as he always did to lean against the fireplace mantel. Cecily had never been able to decide if he did this because he was perpetually cold or because he thought he looked dasing standing before the leaping flames.

And now I need you to do for me what I cannot do for myself. For you to be my eyes when I do not have them. For you to be my hands when I cannot use my own. For you to be my heart when mine is done beating.

Go to faeries for gossip about vampires, to werewolves for gossip about faeries, and do not gossip about werewolves, because they try to bite your face off: that was Magnus's motto.

Choosing love or war: both are brave choices, in their own ways.