If it's the lack of forbidden you're worried about. You could still forbid me to do things." "What kind of things?" She felt him smile against her mouth. "Things like this.

Simon watched a kelpie skip past, carrying a glass of blue fluid, and raised an eyebrow. “It’s not like Magnus’s party,” Isabelle reassured him. “Everything here ought to be safe to drink.” “Ought to be?” Aline look worried.

Regret is such a pointless emotion, don't you agree?

The weapons room looked exactly the way something called "the weapons room" sounded like it would look.

When you find a man you wish to marry, Tessa, remember this: You will know what kind of man he is not by the things he says, but by the things he does.

What about Isabelle?" Simon asked. "Where is she?" The humor, such as it was, left Jace's expression. "She won't come out of her room," he said. "She thinks that what happened to Max was her fault. She won't even come to the funeral." "Have you tried talking to her?" "No," Jace said, "we've been punching her repeatedly in the face instead. Why, do you think that won't work?" "Just thought I'd ask." Simon's tone was mild.

As it turned out, everyone wanted a doughnut. Jace wanted two.