There was an electric anger in his gaze, and a sort of challenge that made Simon long to hit him with something heavy. Like a pickup truck.

Lips. There was something strangely, delicately indelicate about the word, like a kiss itself.

The world is the same but you are different

Well, I'm certainly not Ragnor Fell the exotic dancer.

You're an idiot." "I've never claimed to be otherwise.

It is hard to think of something as a gift when you have been tormented and imprisoned for it.

Jace whistled. "Raphael is really having an exceptionally bad night." -Jace, pg.283-