You're the first Shadowhunter I've ever met." “That’s too bad,” said Jace, “since all the others you meet from now on will be a terrible letdown.

Drowning yourself won't help, she told herself sternly. Now, drowning Will, on the other hand.

Ouch,” Jace said in her ear, his tone indignant. “You elbowed me.” “Well, you landed on me.

This was Jace being brave. Simon thought, brave and snarky because he thought Lilith was going to kill him, and that was the way he wanted to go, unafraid and on his feet. Like a warrior. The way Shadowhunters did. His death song would always be this-jokes and snideness and pretend arrogance, and that look in his eyes that said 'I'm better than you'. Simon just hadn't realized it before.

There's plenty of sense in nonsense sometimes, if you wish to look for it.

Tea. I find that both settles the stomach and concentrates the mind. Wonderful drink, tea.

I imagine that it will not be easy to persuade Mortmain into a bonnet," Magnus observed. "Though the color would be fetching on him." Henry burst into laughter. "Very droll, Mr. Bane." "Please, call me Magnus." "I shall!