Normal people dont generally find their homes ransacked by demons.

No." Magnus strode toward him. "I didn't call you because I'm tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I'm tired of watching you be in love with someone else-someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do.

Vampires, fey folk, werewolves, Shadowhunters, and demons - these things made sense to Magnus. But the mundane world - it seemed to have no pattern, no form. Their quicksilver politics. Their short lives.

We are not our parents, Gabriel. We do not have to carry the burden of their choices or their sins.

That might be nice, an extra pair of arms," Jace said. "Handy in a fight." "Not if they're growing out of your..." Dorothea paused and smiled, not without malice. "Neck.

It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury." (Jace)

I feel a sense of responsibility," said Jordan. "And where is this feeling located? In your pants, perhaps?