What is one person's pleasure is another's poison.

The way Magnus’ breath had sounded, rattling in his chest, before he’d said his father’s name.

Oh, I'll trust you," the boy told him carelessly. "It hardly matters. We are all betrayed sooner or later—all betrayed, or traitors." "I see that a flair for the dramatic runs in the blood," Magnus said under his breath.

In all Gabriel’s life he could not remember his brother giving even the prettiest of Shadowhunter girls a second glance. Yet he looked at this scarred mundane servant as if she were the sun rising. It was inexplicable, but it was also undeniable. He could see the horror on his brother’s face as Sophie’s good opinion of him shattered before his eyes.

But the name Magnus Bane made him think of a towering sort of figure, with huge shoulders and formal purple warlock’s robes, calling down fire and lightning. Not Magnus himself, who was more of a cross between a panther and a demented elf.

Clary made fun of him about his new look; but, then, Clary found everything about Simon's love life borderline hilarious.

Mortality, behold, and fear, What a change of flesh is here! Think how many royal bones Sleep within this heap of stones.