One thing you'll learn as you get older, Simon, is that when people tell you something unpleasant about themselves, it's usually true.

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

And of course Charlotte hasn't eaten a bit of dinner," Henry said, getting up. "I'll go see if Bridget can't make her up a plate of cold chicken. As for the rest of you-" He paused for a moment, as if he were about to give them an order-send them to bed, perhaps, or back to the library to do more research. The moment passed, and a look of puzzlement crossed his face. "Blast it, I can't remember what I was going to say," he announced, and vanished into the kitchen.

Clary's mother apparently reguarded him as about as sexually threatening as a goldfish.

You’re seventeen,” Magnus said. “You can’t have wasted a life you’ve barely lived.

You might at least believe that I know honor- honor and debt.

Simon grinned. "You've never heard of Dungeons and Dragons?" "I've heard of dungeons," Jace said. "Also dragons. Although they're mostly extinct.