Would you like to meet him? I could summon him up in a trice of you like. Being a warlock, and all.

"Well, at least you know it works this time," she said, getting on behind him. "If we crash into the parking lot of a Key Food, I'll kill you, you know that?" "Don't be ridiculous," said Jace. "There are no parking lots on the Upper East Side. Why drive when you can get your groceries delivered?"

He seemed only ... annoyed. Annoyed, and sweaty, and hot. "Yeah, well," he said, "the next time you decide to sneak out of our magically warded apartment through a door that shouldn't really exist, leave a note.

In Paris one could have the eyes of a cat (as he did) and tell people it was a trick of fashion.

Did Brother Zachariah just steal our cat?

Tea. I find that both settles the stomach and concentrates the mind. Wonderful drink, tea.

I need someone who can keep up with me, not some sickly creature that looks as if he’s doddering off to the grave.