Will: "Nice place to live, isn't it? Let's hope they left something behind other than filth. Forwarding addresses, a few severed limbs, a prostitute or two ..." Jem: "Indeed. Perhaps, if we're fortunate, we can still catch syphilis." "Or demon pox," Will suggested cheerfully, trying the door under the stairs.

Do not think I do not know that Cecily wants you to return home with her. And do not think I do not know that you remain for Jem's sake." "And yours," he said before he could stop himself.

Sebastian never does anything just for fun.” Jace took Clary’s hand and pulled her toward him. “But I do.

It's Will," she said. "He's being absolutely ridiculous in the dining room." Charlotte looked puzzled. "How is this different from him being totally ridiculous in the library or the weapons room or any of the other places he's usually ridiculous?

I like that stick of yours," he said. "It's a staff." Jem swung out to knock another automaton sideways. "Made by the Iron Sisters, only for Silent Brothers." [...] "Anyone can sharpen a stick." "It's a staff," Jem repeated, and saw Will's quicksilver smile out of the corner of his eye.

There is more to living than not dying," he said. "Look at the way you live Will. You burn as bright as a star.

Jace whistled. "Raphael is really having an exceptionally bad night." -Jace, pg.283-