We're called Shadowhunters. At least, that's what we call ourselves. The Downworlders have less complimentary names for us.

Get over here. Sheldon's had an idea." "Who's Sheldon?", said Isabelle.

Now don't go wandering off, William," she said with a meaningful glance. "I don't want to lose you in the crowd." Will's jaw set. "I'm getting the oddest feeling that you're enjoying this," he said under his breath. "Nothing odd about it." Feeling unbelievably bold, Tessa chucked him under the chin with the tip of her lace fan. "Simply behave yourself.

There is no pretending," Jace said with absolute clarity. "I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I'll love you then.

Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt.

So, what are you?" "What I am is someone who doesn't want you to jump out of the window. The rest are details.

The demon bared its greenish fangs. "This is my true form. An ugly surprise for you, I suppose." "I daresay it's an improvement," said Will. "You weren't much to look at before, and at least the horns are dramatic.