No one told you to call your band Salacious Mold, my friend." "We're Millennium Lint now," Simon protested

Will turned around slowly, wiping blood from his face. "You're glaring at me," he said to Magnus. "You look like Church before he bites someone.

Wo wei ni xie de,” he said, as he raised the violin to his left shoulder, tucking it under his chin. He had told her many violinists used a shoulder rest, but he did not: there was a slight mark on the side of his throat, like a permanent bruise, where the violin rested. “You — made something for me?” Tessa asked. “I wrote something for you,” he corrected, with a smile, and began to play.

She'd always had such contempt for mundanes, the way all Shadowhunters did--she'd believed that they were soft, stupid, sheeplike in their complacency. Now she wondered if all that hatred didn't just stem from the fact that she was jealous. It must be nice not worrying that every time one of your family members walked out the door, they'd never come back.

There's no need to clarify my finger snap," said Magnus. "The implication was clear in the snap itself.

he's probably never met a six-foot tall hot elf-women in a fur bikini either.

We're not dating," Alec said again. "Oh?" Magnus said. "So you're just that friendly with everybody, is that it?