Clary screamed out loud as he fell like a stone- And landed lightly on his feet just in front of her. Clary stared with her mouth open as he rose up out of a shallow crouch and grinned at her. "If I made a joke about just dropping in," he said, "would you write me off as a cliché?

We're called Shadowhunters. At least, that's what we call ourselves. The Downworlders have less complimentary names for us.

I don’t know why I ever helped you.” “Because you like broken things.

Something inside Clary cracked and broke, and words came pouring out. 'What do you want me to tell you? The truth? The truth is that I love Simon like I should love you, and I wish he was my brother and you weren't, but I can't do anything about that and neither can you!

I'll take Shadowhunter, then. Because from what I've experienced of vampires, you mostly suck. No pun intended.

All Lightwoods look the same to me—

Hello," Magnus said to the monkey. The monkey did not reply. "I shall call you Ragnor.