Very well," Magnus said. "Let us pause for a moment and consider—Oh, you have already run off Splendid.

Books will always be there for you.

They all have always loved you, Will Herondale, for you cannot hide what is good about yourself, however hard you try.

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

No matter what the price offered, no Downworlder would fail to listen to a warning against one of the nephilim.

Malachi scowled. "I don't remember the Clave inviting you into the Glass City, Magnus Bane." "They didn't," Magnus said. "Your wards are down." "Really?" the Consul's voice dripped sarcasm. "I hadn't noticed." Magnus looked concerned. "That's terrible. Someone should have told you." He glanced at Luke. "Tell him the wards are down.

Alec watched them through the half-open door, Jace leaned against the sink as his adoptive sister sponged his wrists and wrapped them in a white gauze. “Okay, now take off your shirt.” (Isabelle) “I knew there was something in this for you.” (Jace) ~pg. 329~