He was a vampire now. He was supposed to have eternity. But what he had was days.

We need to talk. All of us About what we're going to do now." "I was going to watch Project Runway.

What are you doing following me around the back streets of London, you little idiot?” Will demanded, giving her arm a light shake. Cecily’s eyes narrowed. “This morning it was cariad (note: Welsh endearment, like ‘darling’ or ‘love’), now it’s idiot.

Clary made fun of him about his new look; but, then, Clary found everything about Simon's love life borderline hilarious.

What's wrong, little sis? You look upset." She could barely catch her breath. "Cracked...my...nail polish slapping your... worthless face. See?" She showed him her finger - just one of them. "Cute" He snorted.

It’s like a cotillion, this partners business, except with killing.” “So, exactly like a cotillion,” said Simon.

Magnus gazed upon Camille. "Some of my fondest memories include lashings of cream and beautiful women.