It was only recently that Isabelle had realized other girls weren’t just for envying, avoiding, or disliking.

Yech," said Simon. "Don't 'yech' me. You're the one with the magical spit.

That's your truck parked up by the factory isn't it?" Magnus pointed. "It's awfully butch for a bookseller.

She felt as if she had been running, and had created a hill and was racing down the other side, and there was no stopping now. Gravity was taking her where she had to go. "But -- everyone cares about something. Don't they?

Patriotic?” Will looked smug. “I’ll tell you what’s patriotic,” he said. “In honor of my birthplace, I’ve the dragon of Wales tattooed on my—

It had been a whim, and there was nothing Magnus attached more importance to than a whim.

I know you worry about me needing you, but I shouldn't be with you because I need you. I should be with you because I love you.