Don't panic, but we've got an audience." Clary turned her head. Perched on a nearby tree branch was Hugo, watching them beadily from bright black eyes. So the sound she'd heard had been wings rather than demented passion. That was disappointing.

What would demons," she said, "want with our microwave?

One does no question miracles, or complain that they are no constructed perfectly to one's liking.

Achilles was murdered with a poisoned arrow, and Jason died alone, killed by his own rotting ship. Such is the fate of heroes.

It was, of course, odd for a lady to be opening her own door, but from the look of the place, Magnus assumed the entire staff of servants had been given the decade off.

You always find the right quote, or the right thing to say to make me believe you love me.

I can offer you my life, but it is a short life; I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain