Her throat ached: adoration, heartbreak, in equal measure. “Kiss me,” she said. “Please.

Never doubt my weaseling abilities, Shadowhunter, for they are epic and memorable in their scope.

They think they're better than everyone else." "No," said Jace. "I think I'm better than everyone else. An opinion that has been backed up with ample evidence." Kyle looked at Simon. "Does he always talk like this?" "Yes.

People aren't born good or bad. Maybe they're born with tendencies either way, but its the way you live your life that matters.

I've got the Mark of Cain," said Simon. "That means nothing can kill me, right?" "You can kill yourself," Magnus said, somewhat unhelpfully. "As far as I know, inanimate objects can accidentally kill you. So if you were planning on teaching yourself the lambada on a greased platform over a pit full of knives, I wouldn't." "There goes my Saturday.

Come in. And try not to murder any of my guests.

He didn't know what books meant to her, that books were symbols of truth and meaning.