Doubtless the lunatic asylums of the world are filled with unfortunate women who have failed to see my charms.

And I think that you do not understand that sometimes the only choice is between acceptance and madness.

He shone all over. Only Magnus, Simon thought resignedly, would have access to sequined battle armor.

The Brother's hood fell back, and his silvery hair shone out in the dim chamber like starlight. All the air rushed out of Tessa's lungs in a single instant. The Silent Brother was Jem.

Ragnor looked very regretful about all the choices that had led him to his being in this place and especially in this company

Charlotte, who had sagged back in her chair, her eyes half-closed, said, “Will, I have already been up all night copying down the relevant parts. Much of it was—” “Gibberish?” Jem suggested. “Pornographic?” said Will at the same time. “Could be both,” said Will. “Haven’t you ever heard of pornographic gibberish before?

Everything we need to know is locked up in your head, under those pretty red curls." Clary reached up to touch her hair protectively. "I dont think-" "So what are you going to do?" Simon asked sharply. "Cut her head open to get at it?