Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.- William Herondale

It is hard to think of something as a gift when you have been tormented and imprisoned for it.

Dear God, woman,"said Will. "Are there any questions you don't want to know the answer to?

Will nodded slowly, then looked up at tha black sky. "The stars", he said. "I have never seen them so bright. The wind has blown off the fog, I think." Magnus thought of the joy on Will's face as he had stood bleeding in Camille's living room, clutching the demon tooth in his hand. Somehow I don't think it's the stars that have changed.

Don't panic, but we've got an audience." Clary turned her head. Perched on a nearby tree branch was Hugo, watching them beadily from bright black eyes. So the sound she'd heard had been wings rather than demented passion. That was disappointing.

It was odd, (Tessa thought), what brought out tenderness in people.

Will looked horrified. "What kind of monster could possibly hate chocolate?