He could smell her morality, the sweet rot of corruption

nothing says 'I love you' like reducing yourself to a smoldering pile of ashes

When the soul has left the body, it belongs to death. And it cannot be taken back without a price.

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

Magnus shrugged. "He also made inappropriate amorous advances to a startled grandmotherly sort selling flowers, an Irish wolfhound, and innocent hat stand in a dwelling he broke into, and myself.

She seemed shy, yet all her attention was focused on Magnus, as if he were the most fascinating thing she had ever seen. There was no man who did not want to see himself reflected like that in a beautiful girl's eyes.

Lawful good to lawful evil!" said Simon, pleased. "He's quoting Dungeons and Dragons," said Clary. "Ignore him.