She seemed like a creature made to attract everyone and express nothing real, though it would take a master observer, like Magnus, to know it.

Isabelle looked at him thoughtfully. "Did you seriously jump thirty feet out of a Malachi Configuration? Did he, Alec?" "He did," Alec confirmed. "I've never seen anything like it." "I've never seen anything like this." Jace lifted a ten-inch dagger from the floor. One of Isabelle's pink brassiers was spread on the wickedly sharp tip. Isabelle snached it off, scowling.

This is bad," said Jace. "You said that before." "It seemed worth repeating.

She had never imagined that the kiss would be so brief and desperate and wild. Or that it would taste of holy water. Holy water and blood.

My favorite jacket is an emergency item. Much like myself, it is both snuggly and fashionable.

Well, then, since you say there will be another life for me, let us both pray I do not make as colossal a mess of it as I have this one.

There were some memories, though, that never faded.