(Sebastian) "See, there you go. You're always looking at me like that." "Like what?" "Like I burn down animal shelters for fun and light my cigarettes with orphans.

But you hate poetry! Yes, but you make me want to write it.

Ragnor looked very regretful about all the choices that had led him to his being in this place and especially in this company

He lifted the violin to his shoulder then, and raised the bow. And he played.

Not everyone wants you all the time, Jace," he said. "Don't be ridiculous.

Shotgun!" announced Clary as Jace came back around the side of the van. Alec grabbed for his bow, strapped across his back. "Where?" "She means she wants the front seat," said Jace, pushing wet hair out of his eyes.

Magnus's eyes gleamed. "He seems to like you. I saw him going for your hand out there like a squirrel diving for a peanut.