A Mark that spoke of loss was still a Mark, a remembrance. You could not lose something you never had.

Go in peace, James Carstairs.

As it turned out, everyone wanted a doughnut. Jace wanted two.

Will: "Nice place to live, isn't it? Let's hope they left something behind other than filth. Forwarding addresses, a few severed limbs, a prostitute or two ..." Jem: "Indeed. Perhaps, if we're fortunate, we can still catch syphilis." "Or demon pox," Will suggested cheerfully, trying the door under the stairs.

Hmph," she said. "I'd like to see you learn how to manage sitting and standing up straight in stays and petticoats and a dress with a foot's worth of train!" "So would I," said Gideon from across the room.

Alec would have said he could have benefited from a bit more in the way of constructive cowardice.

Clarissa," he said, "here with the vampire, I see. When things have settled a bit, we really must discuss you choice in pets.