There are some people—people the universe seems to have singled out for special destinies. Special favors and special torments. God knows we're all drawn toward what's beautiful and broken; I have been, but some people cannot be fixed. Or if they can be; its only by love and sacrifice so great that it destroys the giver.

Hang Mortmain," said Will. "And I mean that literally, of course, but also figuratively.

Alec drew his hand back with a low whistle. "The Inquisitor meant business." "Of course she did. I'm a dangerous criminal. Or hadn't you heard?" Jace heard the acid in his own tone, saw Alec flinch, and was meanly, momentarily, glad. "She didn't call you a criminal, exactly..." "No, I'm just a very naughty boy. I do all sorts of bad things. I kick kittens. I make rude gestures at nun

Someday," Magnus said, looking at the crumpled royal person at his feet, "I must write my memoirs.

I shall never eat duck again. I cannot believe I used to like duck. The duck betrayed me.

You're not so bad. You'll get there. You should have seen Alec do flips at first. I think he kicked himself in the head once.

You don't need to worry, though. He's not my type." "I don't think I've ever heard a girl say that before," said Simon. "I thought Jace was the kind of guy who was everyone's type.