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

Every time you almost die, I almost die myself.

And quit baring your fangs at me. It's making me nervous." "Good," Simon said. "if you want to know why, it's because you smell like blood." "It's my cologne. Eau de Recent Injury." Jace raised his left hand.

Do you think…" He raised his eyebrows. "Do I think what?" "That Valentine might have drowned?" "Never believe the bad guy is dead until you see a body," said Simon. "That just leads to unhappiness and surprise ambushes.

Appearances are significant, and never more than in politics. You can always sway the crowd, provided you have a good story.

Fate is never fair. You are caught in a current much stronger than you are; struggle against it and you'll drown not just yourself but those who try to save you. Swim with it. and you'll survive

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