We don't require luck," said Will, "we have a heavenly mandate, after all. With God on your side, what does luck matter?

Other crack teams get bat boomerangs and wall-climbing powers; we get Aquatruck.

Consider it a race to see who kills you first, Daylighter-Valentine, the other Downworlders, or the Clave.

Will tossed his apple core into the air, at the same time drawing a knife from his belt and throwing it. The knife and the apple scaled across the room together, somehow managing to stick into the wall just beside Gabriel's head, the knife driven cleanly through the core and into the wood. "Say that again," said Will. "And i'll darken your daylights for you.

I'm memorable, it's true.

Sweet pea?'" Alec said. "I was just trying it out." Alec shook his head. "No." Magnus shrugged. "I'll keep at it.

His eyes softened. "But it doesn't change what we are to each other. It's like there's always been a piece of my soul missing, and it's inside you, Clary. I know I told you once that whether God exists or not, we're on our own. But when I'm with you, I'm not.