That seems like stealing, doesn't it?" Simon pulled a cup toward him. He drew the lid back. "Ooh. Mochaccino." He looked at Magnus. "Did you pay for these?" "Sure," said Magnus, while Jace and Alec snickered. "I make dollar bills magically appear in their cash register." "Really?" "No." Magnus popped the lid off his own coffee. "But you can pretend I did if it makes you feel better. So, first order of business is what?

Something in him was broken, and through that break spilled a blind cruelty, a need to hurt and to push away

Are you trying to get run over by a cab? Don't be ridiculous. We could never get a cab that easily in this neighborhood

I'm not sure there's such thing a thing as a normal life.

Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.

he's probably never met a six-foot tall hot elf-women in a fur bikini either.

You know how the bonds of family are, my lady... They cling as tightly as vines. And sometimes, like vines, they cling tightly enough to kill.