Exsanguinated," said Jace, impressed. "That's a big word." "And you're a big-" "Tsk tsk," he interrupted. "No swearing in church.

In Paris one could have the eyes of a cat (as he did) and tell people it was a trick of fashion.

You could know a man not by what his friends said about him, but by how he treated his servants.

His blue eyes were very dark...Will's were the colour of the sky just on the edge of the night.

Shadowhunters were brought up to handle anything, weren't they?

I rather wonder what I am doing here. I enjoy city life, you know. The glittering lights, the constant companionship, the liquid entertainment. The lack of sudden monkeys.

Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.