I learned to play the instruments of war," he said, "and paint in blood.

Gabriel’s green eyes sought Will. “It was demon pox, wasn’t it? You know all about it, don’t you? Aren’t you some sort of expert?” “Well, you needn’t act as if I invented it,” said Will.

I thought you were dead,” she went on. “I saw you fall down, and—I thought you were dead.

Coaxing drunken Shadowhunters into making fools of themselves was a favorite occupation among the Downworlders, and this performance had been a tremendous success.

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

It's like banging my head against the wall, except if I were actually banging my head on a wall, I'd be able to make myself stop.

That's the van? It looks like a rotting banana." This was undeniable - Eric had painted the van a neon shade of yellow, and it was blotched with dings and rust like splotches of decay.