You’re not the only one who calls them that; the other Downworlders do the same,” said Will. “I discovered that fact while investigating the symbol. I must have carried that knife through a hundred Downworld haunts, searching for someone who might recognize it. I offered a reward for information. Eventually the name of the Dark Sisters came to my ears.” “Downworld?” Tessa echoed, puzzled. “Is that a place in London?” “Never mind that,” said Will. “I’m boasting of my investigative skills, and I would prefer to do it without interruption. Where was I?

Pointless, needless suffering and pain? I don’t suppose it would help if I told you that was the way life is. The good suffer, the evil flourish, and all that is mortal passes away.

Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.

I feel myself dissolving, vanishing into nothingness, for if there is no one in the world who cares for you, do you really exist at all?

Screw the Silent Brothers." "No thanks. There's strong and silent, and then there's just freaky." "Isabelle!

Of course he loves me. I’m his sister.” “Blood isn’t love,” said Magnus, and his voice was bitter.

Never doubt my weaseling abilities, Shadowhunter, for they are epic and memorable in their scope.